This is a song about "Aint even tripping"

Represent the borough nigga, b.k. all day

I aint even phased by the shit that you say

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

You got baby mama drama, you aint even got you a baby

And all women who had light features, see

The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three

And dont bother resting your case because this shit aint even over

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

Blood squirtin on the walls, and i aint even nervous at all

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

You aint got time for no hoes, i aint even got time for time off

He aint even know how to rap, feel what am saying?

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing