This is a song about "Charlotte pest"

Fed the bitch pesticides and let the pest decide

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

Fuck a pest, we ain't in raid drought

Cars? got to whip it out

Dinin on this pest with these tyrannical texts

The silver-lining couldn't find 'em up on any shelf

Sorry baby i don’t mean to pest-er

Boy got dollars, pounds or whatever

Sicker than a tick pest

Hold up yea we the best

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

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

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

But i was too busy acting like a pest

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest