This is a song about "Une fois par semaine"

Hands and feet i'm securing, eating you alive i'm wolfing, i'm on par but i ain't golfing

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

You're sub-par, so i'll ignite your finest write-

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Mad strict sub par rap skits i'm the ruler by far bars mention flat bids..

The engine in back of my car

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Average ain't up to par, you can't spar, lyrics are an ar

A nigga thorough, she knew it before i bought her car

Partially garbage artists depart on par with rat carcasses

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live