This is a song about "Don t now what to do"

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

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

If god doesn`t exist then who do i pray to

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

Baby you so fine

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Forever asking what do i got to do

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

Dun want your courtesy bitch i won't bet even my a.tom call me a low brow

I keep looking up to the heavens asking the lord what do i do now,

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/

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

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

Look what you made me do now

Will somebody please show me how