This is a song about "Teck on the dresser"

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

My shit on the radio your shit on the shelf

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Go back to your dresser, i'll examine you, i'm a lyrical professor,

With women with issues

Saw the bombs on the news

You make a nigga's night turn day

Shifting on and on through the grey.

God has blessed her, prada dresser

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

Just remember i said it, by the end of november

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

She suck my dick while i'm on a call

Burning up,turn the fan on/

Full of shit, like i ate that john