See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Im pretty sure that son gets up in the morning n plays his harp for his cats n then slides down the muthafuckin banister in his satin man nightie n has a full glass of breast milk before he goes to the studio n hammers out some pooned out shit like this b. The way you talk…thats me. The way you got your hair up…did you forget? Aight then… But the boy aint done yet yo…at the end of the joint he proposes a toast. This is how that shit go….