This is a song about "Testicle tuesday"

Or two. or maybe three?

Looking at your money

Maybe tomorrow good lord'll take you away

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

I basically do the same thing day to day

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

After the rain, comes a new day

I do it my way, mofuck' what ya'll say

No one knows what to say

Oh lord like it's sunday

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

I wna fight right now not tomorrow night

I gonna take it really nice and slow

Ill come back to the scene tomorrow

I'm a motherfucking beast see me in your sleep

I have to say r.i.p because, i'll see you again next week.