This is a song about "Tristynbrooks with your golden suit and orange hair thinking your safe up there"

Fuck off bro just clean your mirror hoe , yo i'm rapping with a golden mic

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

Thinking im safe and sound at first was my initial,

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

I'm sick enough to steal your cat, tear out all his hair

Gotta give it to you girl you're one of a kind

Fucking up your mind thinking i'm the worst child

Whether watching for the feds or avoiding the grim reaper

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

Don't you hate it when you forget to wash your skin suit

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

And yet you walk with your chin up and no frown

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

I'll straight drop your ass, here comes "clockwork orange",