This is a song about "I couldn t be rher"

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

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

Super chill, some call me t-frozen, and if theres weed around i gotta

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

And all women who had light features, see

I just had to ask, tell me if it's real

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

If haters are like lions be a t rex eating them up before u get ate

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

Westside, bitch i run mine

Your raps don"t even rhyme!