This is a song about "Your wacker than that muther fucker you bite your style from"

Blow trees like a hurricane

Bite into your bangs, shake the chains.

But that's not your style that's why i say i hate you

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

Distracting you from your future anarchy.

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Bite my style you just might catch a case rabies,

Your head from your shoulders, and leave you open, tryna balance music like that magic potion.

Ukrainian giving dome top craniumass shot jeans like she painted themt-raw niggas try to favor him

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

It's a catastrophy to feel the ground quake from the stage all the way to your house garage fucker

The fraud that comes from straw cities, i'll burn you and your properties

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please

My mo straight madness, your style - vanilla

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga