This is a song about "Silly bitches"

Slurr puns for fun, and suffocating silly flows

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

Cause i won, on some silly shit, i already know

Miss your silly laugh and your nasal burning perfume

We gon make it to the bedroom, i like the guest room

But i do quite well with all the bait

Marking me down for a small silly mistake

Fucking sucks, i thought that they'd improve, it's just fake and silly,

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I'm really fucking serious i aint laughin this aint silly

Dad, it's so ridiculous, feeling silly i hit you up

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck