This is a song about "Loves doesn t exist myth don t believe em"

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

They make it worth more

You don;t thin anymore

Reincarnated bitch even worse than before

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"