This is a song about "Didn t i"

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Like i didn already know

Lost my nigga over nothing though

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

And the discography, somethin' you got to see