This is a song about "Slade thompson"

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

Blue dixon running shoes hanging from laces,hearts pounding faster when

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Call it the trap house, i got the mouse, call it the little heater,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Fuck rap, i'll fuckin smash your head into a heater

I'm raw as serena williams bitch and you're just venus.

We living good all of us, we winning, that's obvious

He's a mixture of mathers, jones, and lamont coleman,

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Its so crazy jones and az, its so lovely sippin on bubbly

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Carolina where i made it from

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

If we thinking success is only measured by your money