This is a song about "Sant s pet cow"

Soul brother number two, i'm the one now

Know that you can go ahead and catch a cow

Spread her, pet her with her thighs sprawled

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Fed to his pet zombie, ted!

Either one, dun, long as my digits the same

Beef i pass em a cow /hijack an airplane

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

I've got a pet demon and i call him satan

Big bullets, look like a mack truck, shooters ride wit’ that mac tucked

That is like a cow versus a scarab from egypt

It was hilarious, well it ain't fucking funny now

I'll cook it up and stir it 'till i crack and then i'll have a cow,

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

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread