This is a song about "The demographic model"

Yeah bitch this date's done

The bigger the the fun

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

But i spit faster than model bitches that never get fatter

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

Just the model, a dozen hallows is tough to swallow

I bring the heat like the

She acting all extra

Ima bad bitch on his hip man he call me his model

That means i wear a suit and bend the truth and feel awful

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Now your model, normally docile wife is gone, ticked by an illogical quarrel

The more battles the better the flows

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes