Stay-at-home fad - Bluddestain [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Themba Ntaka]
Fuck around drop a 20 MV, I got cheese to make
Joint ride down Cottman Ave. might go get them cheesesteaks
In the game, I'm illustrious
Con out the poet laureate
Seizing dough off that cordless, serve to the whole metropolis
Too real on it, put a bill on it, Jann Degga I'd kill for him
Prose essays and forums, all too uniform, I ain't clairvoyant
Say it with your chest, kid, that knowledge shoe and that follow-through
I with a girl who don't swallow, she says it's against her morals
Keep my head in them books like I keep a foot on them corners
I ain't cutting no corners

Ducking cops yeah they're on us, ducking cops yeah they're on us

Hey!

[Verse 2: Themba Ntaka]
Never touch the molly, you're a basic nigga
Can't fuck with you, fixing to hit this lick
Woman Crush Wednesday that which matches the black lipstick
I will never lie, keep that shit a secret
Funny boys skimping cause they're scared to throw the mask on
Might've left the gas on, hold up can you check it for me?
This kid ain't flexing on me, ain't no burners next to homie
No foolies sexing homie, lonely testosterone
Gone off that PROMETH, so are you, show love
Used to be the only one now everybody poured up
Trap Game slowed up, only one on the strip
Rap Game is upset, emcees is suspect