This is a song about "I don t know"

And let me bust back to them niggas till they cold and sweaty

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

Lower than my credit score

You don;t thin anymore

So keep fronting till my peeps come

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Huh, got to get better with time

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

I'm in plex, i got to munch you as t. rex,

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

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby