This is a song about "I dont fuck around with no lame punks"

Chilling with my mates but i dont give a fuck about rotations

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

But i dont fuck around and thats not a lie, im infact bestkind lets go get high

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Im quiet but dont make no mistakes, fuck with me, ill stick you with this blade.

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Pop-pop, hit a mini mug

I dont even give a fuck

Who the fuck want it with,me yeah i didnt think so,i dont write with a pen

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

And i dont give a fuck

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

I walk around lookin like a body with no head