This is a song about "Panda snipe"

It's common i fill my body with toxins you claim i darken

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

No difference whipping you with a rag or my lyric attack,

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Show yourself what have you hidden so get ridden or i will u mark u peace like a pigeon

If you talk shit, i'll make you cry and tell your big moms

Black sneakers. black tops. talking smack while the smack drops

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Blood stained rhymes cause a frantic panic attack//

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Would the great christ come back

Thanks to all that, never had to knock on wood cause i'm still alive and kicking

I guess i left my dignity up in the cupboard, cause every girl i'm digging

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit.