This is a song about "Skittle frappe"

I'm in the realest and ill -est putting my hearth and my soul

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Where every recipient, property of the state

Munchies, i blamed soda or something that i ate.

Fuck a freestyle, i ain't frisco, even though i still get doe, we all drown,

I ain't gon chirp ya mobile phone and chase you all over town

My voice is bubblier than soda fizz, wish,

Don't be afraid, it's just a kiss

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

'nova- i'll sit on my sofa and shit in your soda

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with that's just how i feel

I'm lussus est a deo, and that's what i'll use to make sure i get the deal.