This is a song about "I got to go"

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

Oh well i gotta go i got more important things to do than play around with you farewell.

Got golden arm go try to flex this

It's a beautiful bliss

I cant go to hell jeez

You make a nigga sing songs nice

You know i be teasing, though

So here i begin to start and go

I go by arry, got the sick beat bumping

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

She don’t give her nigga head

Every night i go to bed,

You're raging an got some grammar issues go back to first grade

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

And red alert was puttin in work, with chuck chillhad my homies on the hill getting ill, when shit was real

Im wastin punchlines but i got so many to spare i just thought of another one that might go here