This is a song about "Till theon a mision"

Till shady brits,commit to take a couple babies

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

That was till she chose a school

That's the sound of my tool

So i throw a couple more bars till his fucking knees drop

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

So i bet him till he's dead with a bottle of rum

She never ready to go so she forever come

'till that music is imprinted on 'em, programmed like a drone,

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Sex attained a chilled clam, rocks are fair shuts till hair,

I mean me is there, but it's like three there