This is a song about "Rip to my homie"

Up a flower rip it to shreds

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

I got to rip it over, spit it sober, lip it under my tongue

People be tellin' me i need me an african woman

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Rip to my dad and my cuz,im just a very polite thug,

If your my homie then show me

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Watching my homie died try to get turf

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

To the homie wit no discretion

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

Disintegration as i rip my face in-to pieces then weakens