This is a song about "These how s"

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

And how the purpose is keeping idiots in these nations,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

These cracks in my life without you are making me forget how to be happy"

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time

When you ask me how i perform these rhymes, i just did

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

Enforce, i'm elegant and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Cause everytime you come around

Funny how, all these hoes, bending down

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

After these, how can i hate that you're confused on who i am; when even more i

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

In these rhymes i will tell it... tell it how it was and how it ought to be