This is a song about "But"

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

But i could portray a gangster but i'll never do that

Rhythms to write it in, but

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

But i'm a lazy boy but there's change in my lining

But it's not like that, but it's not like that,

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

Nelson mandela ... there are but

Bitches is artificially duck

But it's not like that, but it's not like that, at all

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall