This is a song about "Prepper daves millitary surplus"

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

So retarded you forgot your extra fuckin' chromosome

I'm losing supply up on high that no lie and i'ma bout to apply for my old guy

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches

A fun chick its nothin to break funds with

Nowadays you look empty, ya love runnin on a low supply

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

When we rumble, it's a catastrophyout for revenge on bitch

Though independently active, somehow they act in synch,

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Illicit funds in my pockets for that greenery

Stepdad supply the weed, he the giver

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her