This is a song about "I almost clicked an ad about pretty girls from asia oh no gross its bad"

Now look, don't make a grown nigga beg that ain't fair bitch

I don't dream about the girls and making it rich,

Oh gross! she just had her period

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Too bad i'm pretty great,

Oh no! laylow, he begun to crawl out from under all

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

I feel bad when i think about me

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

I guess your brain hasnt clicked

I am just an artist

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Its about time i put this to an end

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Its about time we got an intervention