This is a song about "Ur nans flaps"

And ur never on his level

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Rip ur head from ur neck and laugh as ur body twitches like terretes,bury ur

And to be honest i fathered a lot of brothers in this motherfucker

Got loads of bad #chemicals inside ur persona 'n' ur feeling ill

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Our songs makes heads pop, an nans ganster bop, limp walking round like they just got shot,

Hey bitch..wats ur name....i forgot ur name...

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

Ur wounds are gnarly and infected

Get the zippo and spark the shit

Probably be dirt rich and worthless

Ur a hansaw, and your toothless,

Polygamy when ur thirty seems pretty

On they twitter writing novels, see