This is a song about "Statistical validity"

Life on a platter, life looking dapper

Interior, inferior, star-spangled banner

Well simply to be the best

Life has put her to the test

Right flows down and they might go nice

There is more in to life

It's that crack, give you something to sell

You can hear the ocean real well.

I don't usually spit on beats man, i produce em/

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Still got the complete set of glass in the case

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

Sewer hell, skewered well... flow wet, screw a well

I don't care who does it because now he has zero relevance

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips