This is a song about "Rule number 1 the testicles are off limits"

In need of fresh bed sheets, my limits are reached

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

My bars are off the chain, they're a product of

Prospects to rule the projects, process is complex

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

Theres nothing wrong with a hit from the blunt and plus its number 1 grade

Cut me off, delete my number, and never call

Feds get involved, i’m slipping off into senegal

Hip hop don't need wizards its the 1-0-1% truth

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos