This is a song about "Does who dont have shit"

You, you, you have to pay for that

I just dont give a shit,

Thinking deeply about some shit, does life truly have a purpose,

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

The type of shit that you don't have to asked who produced it

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit

Whether it's a beat or a scam

You dont know who i am

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

I don't care who does it because now he has zero relevance

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Why does it have to be him that is gone?

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

I dont have time for your shit why am i trying to battle with another bitch