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

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

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

And daddy's in the cadillac

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

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

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

You don;t thin anymore

The shit that i spit is more

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t