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

Whatever it is i feel it coming quick

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

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

I serve a dish that will burn the lips of who's turn it is

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

Yeah bitch that's #nashville, i'm constantly writing bitch i crash ill

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

Searching for fortune and fame

Fukk it i ll just take yo name

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

Family and kick it at you, i'm cold as stone you do nothing but stone i'll hone my

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

Massive lumps formed in the dump when i plunged it quick