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

And we can't fall

You don;t thin anymore

And good henny make a nigga just want you tonight

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

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

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

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

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

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

‘cuz i keep winning and these boys keep losing

Y'all get shot at, homie...i do the shooting

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

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

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

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see