This is a song about "Fuck him"

Cause i didn't give a fuck anymore i wanted to see him die,

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

Well that's just fine with him

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

You're the don, go up to carlcee and tell him shit, see if he doesn't fuck

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Could have left him dead in the streets, fuck that i finna get some eats

Haven't killed in weeks killed a fuck nigga then i wrapped him in some sheets

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

So fuck with him well, you're fucking with me

They giving pounds and that before get the money

She all on my skin

Who will connive... against him

But im a well of inspiration

It never seemed to bother him