This is a song about "Bitch get lost"

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

So get lost with your gimmicks

Don't get today, america's lost their goddamn brain

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

You pull up in parking lots

Go on get lost, kick rocks,

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

You get lost for days, in a child created maze.

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Bitch i hope you get gonorrhea

Never break, took a break though

Okay bitch lets get this show

// [bitch you get (no love)]

That would be enough

And i don't want

You told me to get lost