This is a song about "My bae deserie"

I’m tryna be low key

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

It ain't where i been

Grab my knife and my gun

These my rhymes and my story

On they twitter writing novels, see

My streaks my testament.

And bijies like im out and

And everybody's having sex

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks