This is a song about "See yall"

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

And we crazy, homes

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Yall females need a fuckin intervention

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

But most of yall jus see it a denunciation

Ye yall people best believe it

So i banged for a minute

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Most of yall say im a weak ass rapper and that i cant rhyme well lets see,

Get off a key like i can’t sing

So yall people best be leaving

Niggas with these bombs that yall think yall got

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock