This is a song about "Roasting asains about their race"

Tell them witches and their race that there's a penalty,

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

You're that secret place

Slow and steady wins the race,

He made me see the truths about peoples lies and their sins

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Women talk about men in the beginning but never seem to have their

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

I love my onesand now i put blood on yousnatch money from you

Always call me weaser how about the best ones jocks their the ones who

To talk about their shine

Tree pine, now, do the tree pine

Lookin' for these better days

Dont run now, this is not a race

And listenin' to my kids questioning, wonderin' about where their momma is

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches