This is a song about "Sty"

Packing blunts, sipping lean in sty cups

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

Packing blunts, sipping lean in sty cups

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Infectious flows just like a sty in your eye in shit,

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that