This is a song about "I like patatoes"

But if i die tonight

But i cant help but like...

Here's some friendly advice, i don't like!

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

Conspiracy theorists are bitches i don't like

And what you wive me let me know that we'll be alright

Your bitch texted me, wants it now so i had to knock her down

Whether i feel like i need a crown or like a clown

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

I like alliterative verses, i like cussing and inovative curses

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Like an ose; i am grandi, like your kids; i want candy

I bust rhymes like emissions i lust times like premonitions

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits