This is a song about "Sabrina carpenter"

I'm a car renter nailing these tracks i'm a carpenter

You say my love was gonna work from a upper

I won't say i won't eat it if you chef it

I got two whole tears in a bucket

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped

I was only a woodsman, carried nothing more than a buck, i think she had the blessed brand

I keep it crackin like denny's eggs, cuz im the chef,

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Chopping threw lyrics like im a masked chef

Cause these suckers wanna spray where i lay downmy homie lost his family and snapped

Was only a woodsman, carried nothing more than a buck, i think she had the blessed brand

Swung left, no breath, chef ahead, must be fed, kept pet.

I don't want you to have my permit yet