This is a song about "Leak"

Want the title but im always fighting under card

Through the tablet sheet leak when the ink spills soft,

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

Looking for foes to leak, costa ricans or puerto ricans,

Now we're raking out our secrets in a leak, we got to fix it,

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

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

I make the blood leak out all your pores

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Revealing the leak in this ceiling

Death due peak, toxic rotten leak my mouth seeps.

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Your bars are bleeding like a bitches period leak

But all i really want is a kiss on the cheek

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Shots leak, i sweep you up and mop the floor like a janitor.