This is a song about "I don t mind"

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Flyer than the rest of them

Westside, bitch i run mine

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

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

But i really don't mind

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

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

I got something you've been waiting for

Baby, let me give you a call

You don;t thin anymore