This is a song about "My buttcheeks dont squeak"

Dont let me into my zone

Mami told me son, hold your own

It's against my principles, like religion dont pray that

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Dont mind me as i work on my rhymes all the time

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

I dont know where my pencils at!?

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

With my mind, so i dont end up on a killing spree

Ha, running rebel on another level

My mind my temple, but i dont treat it gentle

Like a small garage in your backyard

My cousin dont get me hard,

Haters dont phase my hearts on everlast!!

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last