This is a song about "Lewis hit me up hey mia he just wanted to do the nasty hes a fuckboy"

Hanging on the edge of a knife. all i wanted to do was to make it all right.

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

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

Ask me how i do it i just hit em with a quick wit

You got me to do everything you wanted/ that pussy persuasive

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

And ones desiresbe pulling all my cabbage like priorsstuck in the trance searching for something higher

The mind of a writer is d sword fo fighter the feelings he never cry'd up caus he knows hes fighter

Hey everybody, just listen to me

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

He fell off the shelf but he made a #smash #hit?

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

Licking peoples arses like hes following his cattle, he tends to mutter cus hes got a

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

Damn all i wanted to do was write a little freestyle