This is a song about "Can t read"

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

This is like riding through the city

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"

You can try and read my lyrics off of this paper before i lay 'em

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

My god come before this bread

But that's not what i read.

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

Only can read what i write, this would sound better on wax

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

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

From what i read, i can tell you ain't that smart dawg shut it

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket