This is a song about "Passed round like 2s on a fag"

Your mother was a baby boomer i fucked her on a table at hooters and passed her to my shooters

Of town,we were quick to invade,now my lyrics getting bare airplay,im already smart my birds

Did i even have a plan? now it feels like my life's passed

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

And word i blew off herb i grew

I shit on you fag, with a giant poo

Slowly round me gathers a crowd

There must be another route, way out

Fam 2s me a blem, dishonor on the jakes

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Cause fab said he looked like a fag at mayweather's pad

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

Still move on that time has passed

They could never understand

Hang ya up like a fag, hag, crack flag

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad