This is a song about "Don t rap about money"

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

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

At the same damn time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

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

That fire flow the finest women i adore

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

You don;t thin anymore

Something worth dying for

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Rappers rapping about money, i’ll take that

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

Everybody, just clap your hands if your a real