This is a song about "I ain t need you anyway"

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

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

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

We can't catch the beat

I would clean and you wouldn't need

She gonna dance when that molly through

I lied baby i need you

But where i'm from

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

She leave her hair on the floor

You don;t thin anymore

Cant be assed making it better, im lazy that way lol i just put it out anyway for you guys

This bitch'll have ya wakin up with all your cash missini'm askin, as if i'm qualified to analyze

Cause you aspired to be a brighthub but anyway, i saw you drowning in dope

More than dope, you're trying to move away but you can't, you're broke