This is a song about "Fuck you i won t do what you tell me"

Man shut the fuck up, and let me do what i do

I gotta tell you that my love is true

Why didn't you come back, tell me what i didn't know

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

Tell me what im suppose to do, if i aint got you here

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Pick your poison tell me what you doing

I mean who the fuck is you to tell me what to do,

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

I don't care what the fuck you do but if fucking speak of me you will

"by the way i can tell what you do"

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through