This is a song about "Tippa irie lyric maker"

Catch us smokin’ that quik trip

Still, trying to spit rhythmic lyric,

Teach you how to rope a chick

And kinda gimicky, lyric."

Makin anything happen, im the maker.. say word?

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

I shut em down, you fuck around, meet ya maker

Through troubled times, i find ease with my maker

Physically straight but they cake they behavior

Bringing paper home an dimes taylored, but my effort an time was the fortune maker,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Dabbled in alien atmospheric, burying you in this searin lyric

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Call me lyric vandal/

That’s only if they handle