This is a song about "But"

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

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

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

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

But that's reality.

She suck my dick while i'm on a call

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

A twenty somethin cup

Say what you wanna but

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

These shows be packing tight

But i cant help but like...

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

And i don't mean to be blunt but