This is a song about "Yo yo honey singh"

You, you, you have to pay for that

Cause yo black apparently yo bad

I came ova yo house, yo momma got racks what's good?

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Yo yo yo yo once again rapmonster i'm in my cave come in and i'll put you

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

Hymn hydra paid liquor, she's unaesthetic yo

That's why they can't mess up my flow

Yo let me hit that jay yo!

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

But yo shit poo and yo breathe smell like hamburger helper

Sext hoes next gold shep yo!

One time for the 305, though