This is a song about "Read"

Don't read into it too much

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

Lemonhead end up dead

But that's not what i read.

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Shit you've read rapping from my bed

Just read half of these lyrics,

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

You must read in between these lines,

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Read her pleasure with my eyeballs

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Nobody ain't own us yet

And for the shit that i just read,

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

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