For December

[Freestyle]
Ok
Look
You throwing signs like an activist until your cap is missing
Catfishing, you ain't really gangster you battered women
Having kids with no capital where's the capitalism
You went inside for domestic violence
Yeah, that was the sentence
Pussy nigga
Bad invention
Black air force 1's strapped up with bad intentions
I guess that I’m hell sent
To correct the wrongs of a god you can tell that I’m hell-bent
Hollow point hit the head get a helmet
Hollow tip hit the melon it melted
Like popsicle in thе summer sun
Give my cousin some
Blood is thickеr then water you spilled it
Damn
I guess I’mma have to summon them
Drum on the pelvis
We drumming that bum nigga
You pussy, I smell fish
You got you killed and I’m too skilled
I can’t help it
I must included it in all of my newest shit
Schoolers turned into shooters who ruined them
It’s like they using hallucinogens
I think it was King Von you ain’t him dog
You a kid dog
Hand to hand combat I’m bussing his lips and his ribs
I’m ripping his limbs off
Go find another bitch to live off
I’m sicker, got him spilling liquor
I rather get richer
And blow a bag on my bitch and my mom and my little sister
Nigga
Roll around in the Lambo for this December