This is a song about "I can t sing"

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

If god doesn`t exist then who do i pray to

Mind your motherfucking business

Now sing with me: i am gonna cut my wrists

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

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

I dont sing on beats, i rap about violence.

The reason i don't sing

Energized and still going

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

Sing along, like a mother i think that i better high-

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

She’s a star if i ever seen one

Sing your arena i haul the stadium