This is a song about "Evan lam"

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Why do we flee instead of holding our stance?

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

So many would say you lose, let me investigate like blues clues,

Writing-chan, copper kilt

And i'm just being honest

She gon have a baby then flee from her education

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Song: "we can work it out"

I must go like fly route