This is a song about "Teck on the dresser"

Fuck them, fly together

God has blessed her, prada dresser

The dopest on the planet

And if i'm down with this banging shit

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

And on the 7th day, focus on seeing the light

Always wanted a piece of the pie, now it’s sliced right

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Picked the worst career to be stable on, cable's on

Sights set on the world and my finger on the trigger

Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror

' alright, already, the show goes on

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Quick to grab the fifth and just fire

Than the birds on the wire