This is a song about "Or"

The shit that i spit is more

Connects to your brain or

And fiendin' for my mercedessuckers scatter

Or bigger or wider it really don't matter

You can hear me now or

I breed 'em like i'm going to war

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

My mood swings - "it rings or wings" or "silently settle in morose"

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

Aggressive or melodic

And hit the shit outta that slut or,

And there's little to be glad for

From a light-skinned girl to a dark-skinned brother

Or her mother, or her mother's other lover