This is a song about "Silly hanny"

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

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

Miss your silly laugh and your nasal burning perfume

But i'm on some shrooms if you really want to feel the room

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

A potential threat to the dictators selling you silly feeds

Go and ask fenty, hating ass nigga, sweeter than a simply

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

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

And you kids are just silly fools.

Out of lyrics and nitpicks with silly gimmicks.

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

You can't solve it, silly rabbit

I'm doing shit i never might of did

So here i am at the store for some chips

It must of been drugs, or silly distractions