This is a song about "Nah that s not me"

Bi-annual, that asshole, nah i'm glad though

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

Nah fuck that aint devilish

Aight santana man...let's do this

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

Nah, i ain't even gonna pretend that you fought. my ideas are not something that cannot be bought.

So i needs to hit a lick, drasticallyi see some balding-ass niggas and they slipping in my spot

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease

We came.. way too far pretty baby

Nah, aeke's gotta talk to me