This is a song about "Your ginger"

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

All the time with this glock of mines

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

I'm fittin' shit, your hatin' it, your littleness, your genitals.

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

I'm the sushi king

Unless your disappearing

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Soon as the stooly sings

Lucky seven probably poppa

Leave your running to your mamma,

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls