This is a song about "Turtles and tortoises"

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

And nasty remains and bones

And a fridge and some broccoli

I’m tryna be low key

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

A white rapper,rabbit, but we win it like its a turtles race/

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

And stop playing hide and seek,

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

And some strawberries and some chocolate

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Or something that you paid for

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

I see a young teen

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

And remember what i said and