This is a song about "Onion tortoise"

And it really ain't my fault all your shit looks soft/

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

I'm dragging my balls cross these hoes, so my testie bag's a slider.

Whenever someone brings up that topic my heart gets cut like wood

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

But rigamortis is a tortoise, compared to what we do on a chorus

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

Looking like a nigga turtle, you need to act your race

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops