This is a song about "I can t believe"

The one who can´t even show a real smile

We about to set this bitch on fire

I believe in second chances

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

It's what you believe you can become.

But where i'm from

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

This is something i can't believe.

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Can someone please play me an intro so i can believe,

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

But if you don't believe me you can go & ask your reverend

Well rick james, maury jane

I believe i am to blame