This is a song about "But"

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

I can't drive a car but

Bitches is artificially duck

Say what you wanna but

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

We no longer close or nothing

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

But that's reality.

And i don't mean to be blunt but

They like talking, its like gossip

Car with no limit what

I dont even care but

Rhythms to write it in, but

They just don't give a fuck

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Nothing but misery