This is a song about "But"

See i'm fronting, get your food, keep on running

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

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

I dont even care but

You probably think i'm almost done but

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

Bury my foes, up in drift but

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

Nothing but misery

Plottin' don’t even worry

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

She got a gentlefella - real vanilla but

Ebrious but hardly frail, tedious but always hail

If ballin’ was a crime, i’d be in jail

But that's reality.

What them tippers don't see