This is a song about "Sharts and buttholes"

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

And some strawberries and some chocolate

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

And don't ever (and don't ever)

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

I call it speaking tongues

And a fridge and some broccoli

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Ha my mojo back

And like to boast and brag