This is a song about "I don t do my biology homework"

I do this at my leisure

And i need this forever

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Who's on my line

Soaked smelly t-shirt, let my heart do a spin.

And i like the hoes that need passion

Seen, but damn girl you smoking

D j t j, the best, do his thing

Metro zoo in here, with my crew in here

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

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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