This is a song about "She can get head for a point"

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

Can i get real for a split minute

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Like a myme trying to get his point across moving his lips.

Cuz she raised yu from a baby to the point of extent,

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

Or any type of suitable living condition listen

Should i point this gun at a nun for the sake of watching her run?

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

You can keep the fast cars, i just want a level head

Before she fuck with ya head

You already know you're dead

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

Punch through your head get a mind i've what i just said

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

Find a size fourteen, get the death's head moth