This is a song about "Sharing"

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Using his music to steer it, sharing his views and his merits

The window is sharing my place

Move like i’m walking with an open case

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

I'm in a good mood for sharing yo to the police

Everybody wasted faded, faded

Resin sharing with a dick kid

Apparently we're sharing this generic plot of blessed land,

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

Hey, tell me why my hands start sweating

I know that they say sharing is caring

Its my prove of sharing the stamp, the forty two sedated

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit