This is a song about "Singing kettle"

Stunt tattle fuckin tea kettle,

Never wrong at any level

Sleazy bitches easily licking the cheesy kettle spoon

I'm feelin on that 'rillo till i'm level with the moon

Marching in the streets singing " we shall overcome"/

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

Let me attract your attention that you're ''singing'' not rapping, not rapping

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Flapjack, ooh he bring

But thats what im singing

Like when wind blows through singing chimes.

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

The victim that i capture often aren't like a tea kettle

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

Is that they got you singing along with them,