This is a song about "Slob on my nob"

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Quit your job call your boss a slob who needs a wash

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Rolling with my yankees hat on

I begging on my knees,

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

Close my eyes and turn my headphones on,

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

40 on my face, getting cash

You can't be wiping your ass

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

Raindrops drippin' on my down on my head