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

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

Pissing on girls like r-kelly, feeding them my jelly

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

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

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real

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

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

But i'm right back cause the fans couldn't wait though

This is my high rap, you cant even touch my high stacks.

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

So muthafuck the system

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,