This is a song about "Specific"

I never use a fork i always spoon her

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

But in no specific order, man, here is how i rank 'em,

Kickin' in the door, and i'm everybody problem

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

No specific pick , no particular list.

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Specific to the geo where the current twisted, forever they drifted, never to be lifted,

Be fucking specific

About some tyga beef shit

Cow print t-shirt like mothafucking dog

There to specific while we stay broad.

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

To be specific feed the critics to some choppa clips/

So would you please listen to what i'mma need from you

And runnin' with specific crews, turnin' blue? shit's a clue