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

That you offer them ones but they ain't let you

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

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

We got money to go get baby

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

You don;t thin anymore

Ima go until my arm's sore

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

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Boys don seen me. fly so high i need stop it hell is my

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

It's slight blemishes and life system

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,