This is a song about "Pedmont of georgia"

So let me tell you about this guy

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

But you hate them navel kisses

Of potential cases

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Of being of always getting wired

But he don't rule a thing

Feeling, of appealing

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Return of the king of flow

Now them broads gon' follow

Let em marinate, you forever late

Because of my constant fear of being betrayed

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,