This is a song about "Teck on the dresser"

Layin on his chest in the sand time forgotten on the dash.

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Screw up the cup, i'm on

Niggas die over shoes

Saw the bombs on the news

Mami told me son, hold your own

Choked the one on the throne

In the lambo looking like a fly

On my ride on the bills baby i

Im sexing her bodyim gonna make her crawl

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Sights set on the world and my finger on the trigger

Reaches for the razor in the dresser drawer, oh god this can't be good

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look