This is a song about "But"

Them niggas tippin' good girl but i can make it flood

On a cruise, i accrue more investments but

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

Nelson mandela ... there are but

Am like wolves like battling dogs but

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Let me rideuntil i get free

Nothing but misery

Than the muse of a family

But that's reality.

Lost my nigga over nothing though

But i had no choice but to follow

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Rhythms to write it in, but

Course not, i'm big like horse nut