This is a song about "These biscus"

Well, that's what you are

These punchlines deliver

So ill get up and spit these

Got tired of running from the police

These motherfuckers want

Swear they go hard

Im visious when i kiss these

No key for release

All these famous serial killers got these sharp ass blades.

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

A few rights restricted you won't miss these

We can make more, make babies

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

In debrief of feces man we need these

Niggas can't afford these

Lights please, lights please