Superficial bitches talking fake homies you don’t know me

Got my dick soft like a white bitch

I don’t got time for no highness

I be in the clit like its sandwich covered in mouse

Chocolate in my pocket don’t forget the coose coose

Its hard to pick and choose

Bitches come for me like they asking who are you

Who am i

I’m that little guy

Rapping like a eighties kid his shit if do or die

Imma make you cry

Sit down its my town you ain't in the clear

You ain’t like my cup full of aqua no beer

Imma skip the light I don’t circle like a steer

Give you two face like you staring in the mirror

This shit get hella crooked like a canted angle

Got my bitch in bed we on discovery channel

I might get dismantled

Then put right back together

I like bitches ran through cause the head is always better

Artificial people all around this shit is simulated

Life getting altered and the beat get disintegrated

This not even meditated

I don’t even think you can relate