This is a song about "Murda something"

I'm why baby mamas leave

Smoking something like tea leaves

My buzz is like cocaine

Something just clicks in my brain

That’s just something worth writing

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Skill is something that you earn, not something you come across.

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

Always up to something…

Let my angel sing

Just to go to liv on a sunday

When you need something yummy