This is a song about "These"

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Trees discovered never been structured like these

I'm everything that they call nice

Im visious when i kiss these

So ill get up and spit these

Got tired of running from the police

Demons, these angels just took control of these beasts

At the age of 16, credit card scam schemes

These rap skills are cunning i'm gunning at all these stupid fucks

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Over these mattresses,

I run scandals with savages

And all my childhood memories

A few rights restricted you won't miss these