This is a song about "Disaster management"

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Like a disaster, life is destroying

We gotta search our soul to find out, what we're after

By the time i rip this shit, this world will be a disaster

You wish you were a rapper, your a lyrical disaster

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

Real rappers drop a song a disaster breaks//

So i dont need any management with it

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Disaster and pain. spit fire like it's rain

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Uh, appetite for disaster

High foe knows pike disaster, muffin amour

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool