This is a song about "To do list"

/i'm almost done with the list/

My women be in the newest

I just see through to my roots like im greasing with sulfur

And add to that dope list the name of fuckin' lucifer

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

A long list of teasing and beatings have come to this

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

It's a list of rules that to this day holds lots of relevance

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

This guy ain't nothing, i list it, bout to send you home cryin and

Look at the others on my list, this game's like chess to them,

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

World's got problems, way too many for me to list em/

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Ohhh what to do, what to do...

I was twelve when the gunned you