This is a song about "Doesn t matter"

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

The third one is mixed, white and black

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

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

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

Just to let you know, you are

Or my parade for that matter