This is a song about "I hope my song didnt hirt you"

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

My song is acapella but i know you hear that ultrasound,

So i hope you learning

I'm doing the same thing

Didn't want you to mistake me that's y i wrote this song

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

Its coz my raps are breezin cold, that you didnt know

The wake up, dawg get ya face off the pillow

So this to you, i present, is my final song.

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

If i didnt meet you, there wont be no smile on my face.

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

I get slight work like big sean

Hope you enjoyed the song