This is a song about "Conor breen16 ur old rapper"

(sorry, ma'am, xbox isn't a rapper)

I don’t care where ya are

You know...you know who you are

Im the nonstop rapper

Then those bitches who grew old.

I say that the pool is closed

One mixtape from this rapper,

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Women front, they get its cold

And don't think what you're old

And aggravating every other rapper

Interior, inferior, star-spangled banner

I'm hurtin ur feelins and burnin ur ass ur fragile like glass

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Fernando blunt is a bad rapper