@foodietherapyatl's Review of The Pirate's Boil - Smyrna, GA

My career bout to blast like Bubba Lee I'm not wait for her to say she love me I can tell she fuck with me, man, trust me I got a 10-year-old mixin' like Fuzzy 325 on the dashboard Riding the Porsche rockin' tall on the Ford I bought out Bernie's in the Christian Dior I took the jet to the New York store She lit while I'm driving, I'm standing the floor I took it on track, now I'm riding this boy You stay in your feelings, you never my boy I can't come to the hood, I pull a decoy Another body dropped and they swearin' my name I'm goin' to L.A. on a private plane Could never come back and my family's straight I'm touchable, no, we're too rich or too paid Skeleton, cardiac, black diamond spades Pull up too deep like a fuckin' parade Old genocide, snickers tryin' to fuck up my pay Blitz, the auroras, cullin' new rings I poop with gas in my wrist, in my neck, in my ears, in my motherfuckin' chains Just drip out the trenches, I know you gon' dig it, I caught through these motherfuckin' planes I cut up my wrist, soakin' wet, and Coachella keep callin', they won't see the fame I took her to China and changed up her climate and now she ain't talkin' the same