This is a song about "Don t touch my r"

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

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

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

T get this paper so my get to see the holiday

He's a buster anyway, i can take him any day

I got something you've been waiting for

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

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

Like i wasn't going for like mix-tape of the year

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Getting in touch with my mental.

Atl was tipping them

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,