This is a song about "Kevin got no bard"

Got a license, no car

Young money, d-town's all star

I've become immune to you no name haters

But i ain't got no weed, no phillies, or no papers

Don’t you be holding back

No receipt nigga i got that

It's hard for kevin and confessing the truth to get along

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

As kevin federlines,you just saying whatever rhymes and im better times

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

Got his back no matter what

Say what you wanna but

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

This rap is supose to be funny but im no kevin hart