This is a song about "Nassem and brenda"

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Grab the scissors and saws and

This is something different

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

And don't ever (and don't ever)

And nasty remains and bones

And i don't think homes

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Or closed casket for our troubles

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Living young and wild and free

And remember what i said and

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different