This is a song about "The way you her"

And i got 'em every day, every day

Looka the way the cookie crumbles... its heading you way.

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

My rhyming's contained in the slightest haze, you couldn't write this way

Soulja boy tell 'em did better then the regular

She loves the way i fuck her, imma sucker

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

Judging by the way you spell you must be handicapped,

You lost your membrane along the way,

Get in the mood on blacc friday

We blessed to be here

The way you make me feel,

Get back i'll show you the way

We've gon so far astray

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

The way we eatin her we gonna need bibs with a side of cribs,