This is a song about "Don t cry baby"

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

The door crack, niggas all black

And i'm smack you if call me sissy and if you think i'm a cry baby

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

You don;t thin anymore

Army stance, ready for war

High heel wearer, hell of a body

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

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

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

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

My gold rollie tell time

Tell my baby daddy that's his baby (that's his baby)

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see