This is a song about "Tanner and andrew"

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Good love then i can do that for her

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

These niggas like fags like danny tanner,

Choking on them white boys make a black panther

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Money ain't a thing