This is a song about "Bubble but"

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

Blowing a bubble . you think you cool? i have a jet in the back. i fuck my

But it rose like a bubble, its stands not so humble

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Someone is gonna burst my bubble

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day

I will bubble and pop and make you stop anyway,

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

That i gained from my couple of days on this bubble

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Because you knows you will tumble,i'll pop his ass like a bubble,

But that's reality.

Fuck fame, fuck money