This is a song about "Th its"

If you something like paid you can fuck tonight

Well its done. its over. my wife is gone, she died.

Its for certain that its curtains

I never fit in with them light skins

I know its hidden but its no ....taboo

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Its small enough to swallow and its got sharp parts

Its in operation

Wayne scorching, i'll applaud him

You can't face th' brutal honest

You was bigger than an artist

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Its like segregation when its stoners vs products