This is a song about "Charlotte pest"

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

But i was too busy acting like a pest

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

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

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

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

How i'm outgoing but don't be going out

Fuck a pest, we ain't in raid drought

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Sorry baby i don’t mean to pest-er

I just feed em, fuck em, till i’m satisfied

Fed the bitch pesticides and let the pest decide

Dinin on this pest with these tyrannical texts

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Passionate in that sack, passionate with this rap

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