This is a song about "Don t get popped"

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

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

Writing the illest rhymes to get the name big t out/

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Since i was killed by the don,

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

A born starter, in the game for real

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

And a drunk’ll get popped and i’ll open the do’

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/