This is a song about "My girlfriends cheeks"

Body bag real shit i split my girlfriends brain after she said i was a pain,

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

And you faker than willy wonkareal shit, i told you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends

And i'm only just rehearsin' to what i'll do to your sisters and your girlfriends

The kind this kid eats/hit you wit fists n feet /2 ur lips n cheeks/

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

My city's culture to the game now in existence

And i got cheeks so apple red they'd make her run for the hills,

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Runs from cheeks when they cry, money hungry thieves lovely monthly fees

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Beep boop bop im a robot girlfriends flowbot this aint co op single fuckin shooter