This is a song about "B i m f crazy and you don t even know me"

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

You write a rap dissing me then it's graded with an f

But don’t worry about it girl, just be yourself

Time for you to s u c c u m b, to ma truth and see me big

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

I dare you, come at me b

Plottin' don’t even worry

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

As i seenobody cares about my history

Tell these people something they don`t know about me