This is a song about "Which"

Bitches cling similar to a star fish on my arm which

And my thun thun is blueand if i pop that bitch

Grandson asked "which one sees victory"

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Which ends with jubilation

Wayne scorching, i'll applaud him

Of which we lack muscle.

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

But we figure which figure

We just looking in the mirror

Which comes towards me like thor's hammer

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

The beat never seems to drop, and endless eternity in which

We don't need y'all, the fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

Tallk about pussy, which is fat

Snapple fact: you rather wack