This is a song about "Phi psi"

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,

I don't know what you heard about

This murder on every track, this verse is an epitaph

Whilst i puff this hash and dub the ash into your massive ass and laugh,

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

There's bitter masses established while you just twitter and hash it

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

Maybe i just shouldn't go so underground, make thunder pound,

That hit heights like junkies who pound herb.

30 chains on, bet the light work

I'm convinced this is hell, my fucking shrink is a fossil

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Trapped in the projectsand the jury finds you guilty on all accounts

I'm the bully in your school now my dick is big as fuck that shit weigh 52 pounds