This is a song about "Me fucking ya botches"

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Wishing girls would fucking like me

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

Talk about me ill fucking stab ya with used knife

I rather give you my last to see you live again

You fucking bitch wha ya say man yo in to explain pain

Physique is fucking sleek, i make ya fucking knees go weak.theybefore i die,

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Ya nigga just eyeing me

Is slowly fucking leaving me

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Dont get ya fucking hood invaded

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

Than the muse of a family

What ya jealous of me