This is a song about "Still got the burner"

I lack jungle fever, had to black for the sneakers

Suspended for a month, i still got him in the features

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Still ain't got no ice, only cotton sweaters.

She acting all extra

I hope it still got a

World war one two, plague and dead jews i still got the souvenirs

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

I was a poor white male, still he got the stares, it's twisted,

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Pulled out a burner shut a hole straight through his head

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

I got the skill, i got that will to fufill, and make them haters go still

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will