This is a song about "Ain t done turning up"

That a niggas gonna end up, when im done puffing this dank

You always was a black queen, mamai finally understand

If haters are like lions be a t rex eating them up before u get ate

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I am done with your bullshit now, as soon as we break up, you get with another guy

They start turning psychotic

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

She never judges u for all the fucked up things that u done did,

Turning you bitches to splatter

Just to let you know, you are

Girl no matter what you do you ain gonna cross the line,

On my twitter writing raps, at the same damn time