This is a song about "Charlotte pest"

Every time i'm rappen i thought i was a beast in fact i was considered a pest

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Can't break up to make up,she wake up, im out

Fuck a pest, we ain't in raid drought

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

Fed the bitch pesticides and let the pest decide

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Sorry baby i don’t mean to pest-er

Like a pest, clean the floor, look its a mess

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

Of life cause you may comeback as a pest

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Dinin on this pest with these tyrannical texts

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap

Keep spitting like that, then you will be a charlotte bobcat