This is a song about "Stone cold yeah bitch i ll serve it quick"

In the midst of a fire pit

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

As our dead bodies hit the cold oh brim stone

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

I''ll serve you like a waiter even if we go paperless

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Stone cold rhyme, that i spit it in abundance,

Massive lumps formed in the dump when i plunged it quick

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

So hood i put sugar on toast then i serve it like a host

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

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

I was in the zone fuckin boned her then didnt phone her that is stone cold

Spreadin' shit like salt shakers, on you stone cold fakers,

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse