This is a song about "Facebook is not part of my day"

That's why i'm shaking my head when you rap dissing

There must be some part of my brain missing

Nastiness is no longer part of me, i feel hate no further.

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

You gone make me flip then split your shit

But the hard part is that i can not quit

Killin' is my way coz since that day

She got grove st. on replay

Your part of my hater nation

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

I start off by dissing bitches my part of my mission riches

But the hard part is that i can not quit

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Issue that essential to solve is part of rap falls blind

I give up my light like an interracial couple wit a child