This is a song about "Disaster"

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Disaster and pain. spit fire like it's rain

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

I bypass, i flight past, die jef... i call you bastard, you're a rap disaster

To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter

You wish you were a rapper, your a lyrical disaster

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Uh, appetite for disaster

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

Real rappers drop a song a disaster breaks//

He is in the midst of unknown disaster

And then along came the wrong man for her

This is a disaster,

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

I feel another disaster in my bladder evertime i read another chapter,