This is a song about "Resistance"

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Any resistance im grabbing my putter

Committed with my two bare hands to form a resistance,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

You feeling fearless then come and test the limits and get lynched for resistance

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Put your sister in a hospital without any resistance,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Air becomes a resistance when i connect the speakers to your mind

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Gon' #throw #up-wards though, disposing the resistance

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

I feel like i have too much fucking resistance against my existence.

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Committed with my two bare hands to make a resistance,