This is a song about "I ain t got shit to lose"

I'm in plex, i got to munch you as t. rex,

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

I have my weapon and nothing to lose

*aight now its time for t smallz to hop on dis shit*

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

I got a mixtape in hands, got plans to kill shit,

Let me drug you up and put different things in you

If god doesn`t exist then who do i pray to

Rappers i look up to they got records, i'mma break that shit

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket