This is a song about "Pssy puncher"

Dont need a pen to write

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

So i picked the pen up

We're young and we don't give a fuck

Man it seems that in the end i head for the pen,

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

My raps pierce into you so i call 'em drills.

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

All of a sudden im havin a cow

Hundred thousand worth of ice on me now

My ink pen so racist,

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

Your second chance now, you better not misplace yo pen

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

I'm the reason that your bitch is smoking weed now

Can't tell you where the bacon is, but the beef's on the cow