This is a song about "Igg azalea"

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

A military mind mean money

Like an apple from a tree

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Put you on my dinner plate,bitch you sweet

While im bout to, go blow tree

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

All around i got these hoes that lust for my pipe

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

There's too much of slime stuck in my life

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

Fuck, your a comedian, im gone, your red

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Covered the room in splattered red,

I respect that you don't know yet