This is a song about "Ryhme about snickers"

We oppressed citizens, we just keep going about,

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

So many memories, that she cries about

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

Went from rapping about, what they rapping about

Lot of things i'm getting pissed off about

It's things to know about when you got dough and clout

Interrogate about the dro when payrolls joked about

Waiting holding her stomach but holmes would never find out

I’d rather think about…

My niggas clownbring a pound

About shit you never want to think about but you do

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

I just might throw a big amount

Laughs at you and talks about