This is a song about "Scotch broom"

Third eye fly away on a broom

You can pick the next room

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Got the beat jumping like hop scotch pussy poppin like pop rocks

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

Go back, reading through your shit rap, you say you jumped the broom

But it seems like a scene outta flick

Shes ridin on my dick like a broom stick

Take you to my basement, get some scotch tape to wrap ya face with

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

I need henny on the rock, my queen top notch

Foreign drop top coups, and yachts guzzling straight shots a scotch,

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Said i don't got scotch so my bars dont stick