This is a song about "Better call saul"

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

Y'all can call me illiterate, but i spit better than you, so deal with it

Hustler on the block somebody better call the cops

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Pull a trigga, aim at a nigga, bitch you better call a doc

Get high together, left ny together

It could possibly get any better

I'm lucky that i got a better place to call home. no longer sad and alone.

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

Call me what you want call me a cheater, call me mock

You better call cops,coz this drugs

Amen, they say you only live once

That's what rains for

Till my mind gets better