This is a song about "Charlotte pest"

Carefree i don’t need the stress

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

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

Beach on the weekend

Sicker than a tick pest

Boy you know ill smoke you out

Fuck a pest, we ain't in raid drought

Fed the bitch pesticides and let the pest decide

If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night

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

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

But i was too busy acting like a pest

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Of life cause you may comeback as a pest