This is a song about "Don t blame me this is swag"

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Don't try and give me the blame for this,

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Only time don 'burns rubber' is when...

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

I told her all about how we been living a lie

Boys don seen me. fly so high i need stop it hell is my

So tell me who is to blame, maybe the news or the radio

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow