This is a song about "Your dadda"

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Your lyres are cheat so hold your pen open your book-let

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

Ill cut your thtroat, chop your head and pluck out your eyes,

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Over me the same peeps that have died

I'll be your companion ,your friend and your guide

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Shove your head up your butt til ya see your own guts

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs