This is a song about "Starbucks and asians"

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

This is delight no surprise, tonight’s not any different

And kill yourself and your clique

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

I hate it when they card asians

Or the trials of tribulations

Do i bring discomfert to you're upper middle class starbucks dicks

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

And get caught, in the moment

Social conditioning and

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Show ‘em how much they really mean