This is a song about "Shoes cabbage climbing wall potato spurgeon motorbike soecialized"

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

Throw two hunid against the wall,

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

My dick romaine lettuce and yours some stank ass cabbage

And i love you all

When my backs against the wall

And dip the mashed potato covered

Before a nigga finish put in the work

Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

You told me god was the answer

I'm climbing up this ladder