This is a song about "But"

Add me, take me, pay me it’s nothing

But who knows what's right, but life's something

Rhythms to write it in, but

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

That shit was wack as fuck

And i don't mean to be blunt but

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

You probably think i'm almost done but

But make sure if they do see

Nothing but misery

They like talking, its like gossip

Say what you wanna but

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Bury my foes, up in drift but

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

We're young and we don't give a fuck