This is a song about "Shi tragic new patek pig got me that automatic"

Loving forever no one can touch me like i got new gloves

I do self evaluate, yeah, i know i've got some problems

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Or watch me advance as a lyrical fanatic, my miracle lines automatic, its

Its maybe that , that got her on me

Chillin' with homies and family

My past isn't tragic, but i've got a couple of skeletons in my attic

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

A dumb one that ends tragic, the fact is i'm pissed at this,

So drop the slam and lets get sick

I'm tryna get some pork babe. give me pig

Dramatic osama gotta new automatic, he rolled up to the station like it was some animation,

I'ma take you out of misery call it homicidal,nah suicidal, the way you step in

Expose/ those who lack rhymes that are automatic

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick