This is a song about "Fuck it it ur love"

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

Face it ur basic, my skillz designed, ur shits makeshift

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

Rocket my name i know you love it

Toss ur face like a dollar n scribble what all it states!,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

I just wanna be higher than that

U put ur foot in my j's n then lace it,

Ya love it gone admit it

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

Bitch you should see my wallet

Whatever i spit, you love it,

Fuck it i got a few more now that my hair long

When it comes to the mic man ur so wrong.

Love it cause it's all i know, you ain't gettin' fuck from it

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit