This is a song about "Lizbeth your cute"

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Leave your running to your mamma,

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

You write hah that's cute i create bars that my pc can't compute

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Your family, your friends,

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Now if you give us a chance

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m joking but i be foamed out

Shoot me with a gun but you're too fucking fun, giving u a cute pout