This is a song about "Fees n"

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Hot shots to your sternum n melon have u hurtin n yellin

I'm on my grind

From ur head n' ur mind,

They'l diss your dissonance n' rip your ligaments 'n' dick quick

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

N she cud be a bitch n suck a dick

I wish i’ll never see you again

Tried perfecting my letters n

Hustlas ‘n drug dealers struggling passed their troubles ‘n

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again