December 21

They must not remember I was born December. I can get colder than the the winter. I can get hotter then the summer I gotta temper If that bitch a hoe then fuck her ima pimp her. Bitch ima gangsta so you know that Ima limper. Nigga I'm the master I'm the muthafuckin lyncher. Smoking all this weed eyes redder than a ginger. My instincts to killer like a nigga name cinder. I got bitches falling for me like it's September. I got bitches falling for me like I said timber. They don't want no smoke I'm the air I'm the bender. I want her from the back its only right that I bend her I had to apologize I ain't mean to offend her. I was being honest girl I promise I was just being modest. Girl stop acting like you chicken I know you know what a cock is.