This is a song about "I ain t fucking with you"

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

With all due respect you a fucking doof and here i am to show the proof

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

With a 'poof,' i appear, a fucking apparition

And blast you with his fucking

Frightening, so fucking frightening

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

But where i'm from

You coulda had me, but now you with a fucking tool.

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

*cough cough*, that's some potent shit oh there go police man

"damn d j t j is going fucking ham"

Girl no matter what you do you ain gonna cross the line,

Y'all can keep all the trophies get at kim and i'm fine