This is a song about "Toby dirty dave young satan harambe little thorne diss"

They'll have to rename this one

Don't mistake it for satan

Gold bottles, lot of bitches

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Then clap then shake it without breaking your back

Toby pretending to be g, drop that

For the outlawz, here we come

Don't mistake him for satan

They be little, young, kid i am growing up

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Where people run on the scene and people don't see your vision

I hit these little bitches dirty like james harrison

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Forgotten thought i was dirty,