This is a song about "I aint fucking witchu"

Put this in a lullaby for you to know its a fucking rap. i'll be back for you, i ain't

Spitting explicit criminally insane chemical imbalance fitted for rage rabid n caged

Bitch there aint no fucking rules

One time for the girls with the right shoes

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

And i aint plan this nigga i aint plan shit nigga

When we not in summer

I aint no fucking runner,

You can end this verse premature

I aint gonna mature,

I guess i aint a soldier

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

But fuck that, i aint bout to miss my fucking chance