This is a song about "Your nana bouncing on this dicklike tigger"

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

And a smile on your face, to be here in this place

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Stop spittin on this mic please, spend it on your boyfriends dick

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

This the weed song light up when its on. smoke that shit til your mind is gone.

To me your unemployed on this beat

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

Your raps, oh snap, i'm back, on this track.

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back