This is a song about "I can t think of lyrics"

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

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

Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man

Yeah i think i can.. no i know i can,

You need to call a paramedic for them generic lyrics or better yet, think of something idyllic.

Everyone swallow this dick bitch i wrote high qaulity shit fucking rap kit make this fit fire is lit

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

Just because i look hansome don't think my lyrics are rubber.

See how that shit gonigga walk up in this motherfucker

I spit dope lyrics, then people think i'm buck at the top,

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Without you baby i don't think i can manage

Party with bitches that throw parties too much