This is a song about "Likes"

Verses slicing likes swords

Chomping at your oxygen chords

Is it possible that i can be up in the likes

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

And weather or not she likes me is still a blur

And any antics likes atitcs will leave you dusked like antiques

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Hundred running they ain't finna slow down never

And weather or not she likes me is still a blur

No one likes being lied to.

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

My sister said she likes my raps cause it sounds good

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

Who likes to battle rap and thinks i fuck with dairy