This is a song about "Don t give up on bitchez"

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

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

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

Fortunado, the porsche apollo, wars'll follow

Give up on yourself put that medal on the shelf

Never will i ever utter never to myself

Look it something they can't ever see

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

I'm puffing the bud to give up on the road

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

If you think what you see on t v's bad

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

*aight now its time for t smallz to hop on dis shit*