This is a song about "Teck on the dresser"

Shifting on and on through the grey.

And talking shit we gon' party all day

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

So we argue and play fight, all day and night

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

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

And i love your mind and ambition

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Get the zippo and spark the shit

The dopest on the planet

Burning up,turn the fan on/

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

When i let that teck go hoes gone wet it up