This is a song about "Ivan b sweaters"

Wasn't long 'for she found herself at home in his sweaters,

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Rockin steele sweaters, wallaby down

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

Bitch, i might make you my baby

Rap is music with real substance b

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Tearing your sweaters and necklaces, cause i'm an expert at recklessness

Nah you flow whacker than lil' b

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

It’s not a game, hold your dame

Emcee m b, remember the name.

So im saying sorry now for all the bad shit ive said , its not an excuse i was a

These fendi treasures feeling better than a million sweaters in alaska

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

B-b-back to the #future making bread out of #toast,