This is a song about "Put mac in your mova mouth"

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Cause when you try to sound it out, it leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

Put your raggedy house up nigga or shut your mouth up

Rhymes leave a sweet taste in your mouth like mountain dew

I don't mean to matthew kemp you, but shit you

They'll put shivers in your spines,

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Wale they call me tiger stripes

They'll put shivers in your spines,

Put my foot in your casket

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

My garage full of cars that bounce

Ma god i miss your nipples in my mouth

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

You'd be better off fitting this dick in your mouth