This is a song about "Pimple"

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

And staying on your smell, uh, licing, twenty year old tween pimple poppin babies

Pop you like pimple/ codiene fucking with my mental

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

Everybody put three fingers in the air

Pop you like a pimple

With a honey in the middle

You a pimple on the back of rap, with snap backs stacked like the gats i pack

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag