This is a song about "Wingnut likes em 13"

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

We bone em like thugs n harmony nash em and go

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

One day we’ll rise up and say we don’t even need em

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Who likes to battle rap and thinks i fuck with dairy

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Platinum back again, asinine when they asking em

World's got problems, way too many for me to list em/

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

You got haters? time for you to spit and prove ' em,

The words comin' out of my mouth but i didn't spit 'em

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

Never letting go, although sometimes i slip

I just want 'em scared before i show 'em the casket