This is a song about "Don t trust no bitch"

God i don't know who to trust no more

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

She's a part time

Now i'm back on my grizzle, a plethora of strippers

And it hurts, take the "t" from "trust" and just reverse,

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Cant trust em so i do no favors,

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

Trust my gut with no time to second guess

We don't trust no one american, conservative or libertarian,

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one