This is a song about "I don t like these fuck boys"

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

A dollar and tell her to stop it i don't fuhh with boys like

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

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

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

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

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

You don;t thin anymore

They fiend in the door