This is a song about "Your top trash might as well stick to swag"

They might as well be squirrels, how the going after nuts

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

I'm not playing, i might as well be making a bomb

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Your lines are sloppy, might as well call you joe.

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

With no way out might as well just go sit

And now i called you out so you might as well quit,and we now your all fake not a word is legit

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

You might as well prase this,

But you hate them navel kisses

If u haze u might as well come thru

Now i gotta exit after you