This is a song about "Sadies hawkins"

Make it sound too dope i ain't selling it

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

Up in the sadie hawkins turn the punch to a concoction

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

But along only schemes they was selling us,

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

The mainstream is selling out, giving their bodies and souls,

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

Spb dont fuck around with no 8 balls we selling keys