This is a song about "Get rid of the government"

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

To make y'all get rid of the endless hate

Low income no bills getting paid

I get rid of any reasons to exist, starts pissed

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

‘till then let’s get rid of this endless cycle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Your parents wanted to get rid of you with a gift receipt,

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Touch downs so i said ok lets get rid of these clowns my friend tucker ended

Instead of stepping out the box where other niggas will try to get rid of you / sheesh

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Your trying get ladies i'm trying to get rid of em,