This is a song about "Mya a thot or not"

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

I don't give a fuck whether or not you hang with thugs

And the moon looking beautiful as ever

And weather or not she likes me is still a blur

Then some lady named billie holiday

She's a thot i guessed i learned the truth the hard way

Ha, i'd be scared to not going up against a bitch like you or a snitch like you

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

Or maybe not change a thing, i don't know crazy thoughts rambling

Somebody tell justin beiber that i'm fuckin' coming

Not even a dildo or something, ever thought of readjusting

To my gunfulfillin' my destiny

Ride or die niga im not a stunt dummy

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

I know i'm not a pope or a puritan