This is a song about "Your a dickhead"

Lady at the frank stand will

Your a horse without a saddle

I never crack i got that chap stick

I only proved your a dick

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Pure as a diamond, your angel, your muse,

Pop a bullet in your chest,

Hold up yea we the best

Ain't finna peak yet

Through a tube down your neck!

Slight work, light work

Your in a pile of dirt

Your lines, better see a physician,

Catch you up on places i've been

Your lyrics sound like your a handicap

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag