This is a song about "Butches ain t shit"

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

You say you ain fake or plastic? ha that's sarcastic, fool youre fake as graphics

Put me somewhere my 3rd eye all scared but i feel like its been open since

Vomited on this teacher's t shirt, he asked me to leave

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

The art of war

You don;t thin anymore

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

D j t j is here to save all of rap

Rock an ap and a rolly, at the same damn time

Girl no matter what you do you ain gonna cross the line,