This is a song about "Don t need you bitch"

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

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

You'll need your own wish, to wish that you could, bitch

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

And keep my account the same way…fuck outta here

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

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

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

Bitch smoke your greens, you need that nutrition,

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

// [that's right bitch: and i don't need you, don't want to see you]

You don;t thin anymore

You see i gotta go to war