This is a song about "Rip my nigga joel"

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

That a 12 hour shift, of a bitch on my dick, every time i spit, i rip,

How beautiful are thou, africa

Meanwhile you can stroke my fuckin' belly nigga,

And then i rip chunks out of my own arm,

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

'til it's like a mile long

Man my nigga really gone

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

I flow cold but my aura brings flames when i spit on this beat i rip spines

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

I said, "i'll delete my twitter for my motherfucking nigga,

Beautiful are thou, africa

But if you want, the beef my nigga