This is a song about "Can t fuck wit you no more"

As soon as i walk in the door

You could give a fuck more

Wit a fuck you tattoo no food and a face so pale

Put the beaver in the mail, we can take it slow like snail

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

But most importantly, hip hop isn’t dead no more you see

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

Fuck you wit that notin but an utter lie

// [you (don't hurt me no more)]

They fiend in the door

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

Lets see if you can keep up wit my sporadic flows,

I can tell that you starting to sweat, so ill smoke you out so your no more than a rap cadet,

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check