This is a song about "No lyrics"

The youngest of my mother kids

"lose yourself'' in carl's lyrics,

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

With my dope ass lyrics

Do you approve of my lyrics?

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Mixing a couple of random lyrics

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

To himself, doesn't need no fucking help, he's got quarrels of lyrics,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

At close range, no gimmick, fired their lyrics like bullets

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Come with some kiddie lyrics,

Blew money like six crips

Kbric surfaced, killer with the lyrics, every single bar savage hundred no gimmicks

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips