This is a song about "Wonka runts and moutian dew"

Then to try to chase these men

And get it again and again

Kill you off kindly, quietly, sweetly, sweeter than honey dew,

Yeah nigga!ay, but peep how my nigga syke do it to you

No soup for you

No, scratch that, mountain dew,

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

Went from the 'back down' to the 'front, flip'//runts slip

Try to jack and i will attack

And like to boast and brag

Probably sitting there so lonely with a neckbeard and a mountain dew

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you