This is a song about "I ain t calming down"

Puff puff puff, shutdown uptown

// [but i won't back down]

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

Second song ,second time sayin i ain got time to hate

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test