This is a song about "Mahal na mahal"

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

Na its all about the blue, man im telling you its true

Na no one ever gave her little shits

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Na i ain't an artist, i'm just a wrapper

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

I would fuckin cuss her, but na bruv allow her,

They go major, the flow is no longer

Im a thriller like mike jackson,stardom na im already a star im shooting pass them

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Na you ain't a faggot you just pop that bubbly

Put my plight in the verse, i bring ‘em closer to mine

Was it randy or carlcee,na well maybe it was great or swine3

Na you better stop n brace, imma send you to space

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face