This is a song about "Which"

Bitches cling similar to a star fish on my arm which

We told him no dough then we go and get your bitch

Of which we lack muscle.

Lady at the frank stand will

Walter payton mercedez, sweetness in every ride

Reading texts wanting draws which i never denied

Which was about to learn,to find

Better leave it all behind

I never fit in with them light skins

Which calls for variations

Which ignites the... swank... swank

And i can write a hook fast

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Which is the core for jealousy which lies beneath

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

They castrate you bastards, take bats to that which