Mecca

[Verse 1: J. Reid]
I'm an astronaut, who raps a lot
Plots don't stop when booty's drop
We breaking in your safe, and in your fridge, takin' your bacon
I'm mistaken for these faggot kids who flamin' like their satan
What I'm saying, is debating on who the fuck is escaping
What I'm saying is your bitch receiving dick with all her curls
Let me see if she can post how I be hitching all the girls
In the eight I'm great, I rule this shit
I whip with all the looters bitch
She blow 'til I shoot mayo out my tuba, That's an instrument
Don't care about the diamonds, or diving in with the hoes
I don't where Diamond cause I am into wearing my own clothes
I'm the shit man, you a shit can
I'm prime ribs and you burgers
I've been it man, from the get man
But you listen like you ain't heard us
Gotta sit man, take a pen man, check the wordplay in these verses
Told your girl get off her knees so I can eat her thighs like Churches
They say we're prime to rhyme and we will blow this time next season
If your dime's pussy is sore, my dude, just know you ain't the reason
Prime