This is a song about "Don t kick me"

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

Vomited on this teacher's t shirt, he asked me to leave

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

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

Don' try to diss me or i'll hurt ya.

The science and the art, africa

I'm sure she remember the time she kick me in the liver

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

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