This is a song about "Chores"

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

Now i never did chores but of course my parents divorced,

Slave to do all the chores / eleven years old and contemplating

Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

But i'm never doin chores

But im cleaning you of bars like chores

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Girls dont wanna be near you like a teenager with chores

Get on your knees bitch and do all your chores

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

If another teenager whines about doing boring chores,

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

Seeping thc from the pores, i ignore, the rules the chores