This is a song about "My pudding"

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Two reflections into one

Grab my knife and my gun

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

And suddenly you don't seem nearly as tempting for pudding

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

My shirt, purple label my shirt

That we picked up at the last concert