This is a song about "Don t try to e me a real taper"

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head

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

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Vomited on this teacher's t shirt, he asked me to leave

Maker,ill try to be real with my rhymes o avoid being a faker,

They trying to be the greatest, their whole signing was a favor

You see i gotta go to war

You don;t thin anymore

Try to call me (try to call me)

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

This where the haters is, this why they hate us here

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