This is a song about "Liking a girl alot"

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

My lyrics are weird not to everyone's liking,

You a buster talking alot of shit

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

My future so bright i'd probably go blind before i blink twice, i ain't lying

So listen i will not rap any more with a gay caring about ass liking,

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

But, damn you write alot. too bad it's a waste, punk,

Hey am i wrong, ain't you suppose to keep the peace man

A girls self worth is the liking on her instagram

Just a skinny white girl,

And he, what's his name, earl

In my heart you’re causin’ a commotion, girl

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

There's a shortage in ur dormant thoughts, u talk alot for a 'sick' writer

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for