This is a song about "Stroke"

Trying to shower with soap, roaches all in the soap

Stay fly like a birdie, under par one stroke

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

Stroke my peen, splashing shit, over bitches assets with,

'til emotions evoke tears, my whole career's a stroke

Ain't he dope? no, he the same as shit that tyler wrote

Across the news are young black males, no stroke of luck,

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Had a stroke, suffers high blood pressure, and looks like she doesn't eat

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

So you staple posters of them in your room, they help your way for stroke

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

Seen you tryna switch it up but girl you ain't that dope

A force so strong you couldnt stop it with a stroke

No having deals, you're broke as fuck, no stroke of luck staying true,

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you