This is a song about "I m not babblin"

Ya'll wife and white knight her

I"m the designated driver

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

Used to call me the african don dada

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Cos i m working in this shit...which my daddy made...

Let em marinate, you forever late

I'ma rap deep you just talk burble i shot ma fiend off of me which instead made me much dull

Babblin in my journal i finally ain't travelin this fucking circle, no longer feelin hurtful

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection