This is a song about "I hope you get a papercut inside a papercup"

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis

I hope you get my notion i was was born with this

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

And gave you a bag of lays i hope they taste great

I get a a you get a low nope

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

Who knows what the

I hope it still got a

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

Now they say i look good but i'm a loser inside

Me i never call em back, she said that y’all go together

I hope i'm still in your brain and without you, i'm a beggar

So why don't you take a step inside

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

Right now i don’t give a fuck i just hope you die

You just need to take me, i know you can fly