This is a song about "Which"

Which rap will make you sick

Baby am i slick

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Which calls for variations

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

Reading texts wanting draws which i never denied

Which makes me hustle my q

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

And there's little to be glad for

But we figure which figure

They castrate you bastards, take bats to that which

My life, screw it with a drunk bitch

Which is the core for jealousy which lies beneath

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

Which begat reactions

All green nigga pick six