This is a song about "Vaping wit my bois"

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

I go crazy wit' my raps, betta call me insane

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

And bring that back to my property wit ya

Deranged just like a satanist, the ways that it betrays my wit

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Fuck around wit my niggas, we give you some stitch.

Left my home alone, you can call me macaulay bitch

Lets see if you can keep up wit my sporadic flows,

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Your bitch texted me, wants it now so i had to knock her down

So i'm on my firm biz wit a brick of that foxxy brown

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit

Then i'll maneuver 'n' twist / with my peculiar wit

Welcome to my dungeon, if you fuck wit me ya days are numbered

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard