This is a song about "Rape drugs selling car cum"

Know the shit he doing while writing the cum

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

And think that selling drugs is the only real way out,

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

But i will still give your mum my drops of cum

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

It's like a whole sexual experience, i'm only the cum

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

All around theres death,drugs, and rape

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

I'm so clean, you're cum stained

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts