This is a song about "Ravens are buns"

Her phone in the bag, she dancing

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

6 o's pay for my car

Fuck friends (as if they are)

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

Why haven't you fled, run! your fat #buns gonna be part of my #mac's lunch

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

Who do you think you are

Thoughts are provoking, these thoughts are a commotion

Mixed feelings cause now all the chicks feeling him

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot