This is a song about "Taylor swift and cara delevingne"

Grab the scissors and saws and

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

We run quiet swift, a shooter should love thee clip

Put the purp in the blunt

And remember what i said and

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Flow so swift no linebacker can tackle,

Spanglish, taylor, jamie, my ranking and yugioh trading cards

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Shout out my nigga miles

My brain, oh so trippy satans game. fuckin taylor swift an everythings

Knock knock, who there? houdini dissappeargot green, john deere. more green, paul pierce