This is a song about "Pedos and speedos"

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

And stop playing hide and seek,

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

Well, the club bout to hear this song

And once i'm dead and gone

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

I see a young teen

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs