This is a song about "Can t make a song"

With shitty education systems, why can we not make a dime?

You live your life all serious while i'm enjoying mine

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Can barely finish a song

Tats out and my hair long

Heh, if the autotune's gone

Your still gunna make it into my song,

With a right angled move i can make it all come true

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

And before the sun came up, he was gone

Read notes for a disclaimer on this song

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

He will make a song that is stating and hating all of your sins

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions