This is a song about "Hay my name is dexter i ll send you back to second grade ooh does that hurt do you need a bandaid"

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

I''ll serve you like a waiter even if we go paperless

Now i can draw your face up pretty

// [i don't need you (don't hurt me)]

Need to send murks after you that works true

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Cos then i drop the knowledge, send you back to the meiji

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

,and send you crying like a kid,back to ya granny

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Mean facts that ll make you scream fast ease back

I'll never do nothing to hurt you

And word i blew off herb i grew

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

My destiny is to hurt you permanently watch you bleed uncontrollably