This is a song about "I can t right in cursive"

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

I wish i just in bed right now with your best mate,

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

My hearts in pieces how could i be all right?

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

Right now i'm busy, can i ignore you some other time?

Put my plight in the verse, i bring ‘em closer to mine

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

But that’s just life, where i’m from

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,