This is a song about "Technical lyrics"

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

// waiting on next lyrics

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

On a quest obsessed to digest lyrics

This is why her nigga mad

Lyrics crazy, this a power grab

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

Do you approve of my lyrics?

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

Just read half of these lyrics,

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

Every one love my lyrics

This bag is from seattle

Lyrics like i'm playing scramble/