This is a song about "Phrulo and his sus squad"

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

As a child his only friends were his dog, his page and his pen

The birds i knew flip birds

And thank doom for his herbs/

Leave your whole squad of corny vocalists hopeless

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

I pray to god and stay in squad, playing hard, blazing skies,

Shout out my nigga reggie bush that just gets you the highs

And for now all i got is my main bitches in cat squad, i aint no fraud,

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

Daddy gotta go after that and get his

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Using his music to steer it, sharing his views and his merits

I'm a motherfucking beast see me in your sleep

A tear down his cheek and his legs feel weak