This is a song about "I don t need anyone"

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

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

But i dont hear anyone else complaining,

You know that love is a very serious thing

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Westside, bitch i run mine

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

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Car seats got screens in them

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

By anyone lisnting to the words i composed

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her