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

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

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

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

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

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 don’t do nothing but ball

You don;t thin anymore

My scythe don blessed ya made a mess, much to your dread

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

At the same damn time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

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