This is a song about "Dont wanna see me make it"

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

Why the fuck it so cold, fuck it i dont wanna budge

Dont make me tomahawk ya,

Is written in our souls, africa

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

I dont wanna do it by winning underground battles

Dc has never seen such progress

Dont make me waiting with that stress

Yet im stillll underated but i wanna make it

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

So dont question me or else you'll see

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

Shawty eat it make me wanna feed her

I chill now...cop a little ice later