This is a song about "Pineapple going on a mans ass"

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Your joker, 52 cards in a deck , the mad mans me the one who's gonna slit your

Im going on a shooting spree

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Hard to move on when you always regret one

I'm going on a killing spree with no precision

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

You thought you were going all out but i'll send your ass back in like a curfew

I flip their ass off like an acrobat on a trapeze

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

If only he was ghetto mans maybe we would sell a bit

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Your wife's opened a new store, store's got a new mans cones,

Then going on a drug binge

Rather beatin on the bitch