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

No ho, acquainted with the floor

You don;t thin anymore

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

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

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

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Soaked smelly t-shirt, let my heart do a spin.

My talent should take me places i've never been

Every time my feet touch ground you know it's a touchdown,

You know you stuntin’ a break – uh break- breakdown

Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Come get some, you little bum