This is a song about "I don t mind"

And daddy's in the cadillac

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

When you took my hand up so calm

Since i was killed by the don,

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

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