This is a song about "Your shit a freestyling"

Cryin. your a toddler grown up like ripen. i admit i attack like bison and shit

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

I'm mystical with shit to turn your sister to a whore

You are not a king or queen your real shit

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Copy and paste your shit on a website of article writing

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

I got banana clips, eating banana chips, digest a rap, came out your shit,

Didn't you here there was a callback on your fake ass shit

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Your just a mobile pile of shit like a porta potty,ill destroy your hobby

Saying they this and that

So you can talk your shit