This is a song about "Jake paul ain t got shit on me"

Me and billy got drunk, and shit, we really got into it,

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly

A military mind mean money

Its maybe that , that got her on me

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Vomited on this teacher's t shirt, he asked me to leave

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Its maybe that , that got her on me

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

She said hey paul im ready, when will you come get me, i said im on my way be there in a few,

Get out the waykeisha now coming throughaye shawty what it dolet’s talk about me and you