This is a song about "One hundred thirty four"

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I keep every damn line one-hundred percent original,

Kill streak one hundred and eighty three in the caption spot

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

One hundred percent condensed, now i don't feel possessed

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

To put that into context autism usually gets you less than thirty,

And if you’re proud of it let me see your lighter

Farenheit four fifty one i'm on fire

The shit that i spit is more

Or keep small it around four