This is a song about "Nigga don t knoe shit"

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Doctor said i was fine

*aight now its time for t smallz to hop on dis shit*

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Black ass nigga my shit and stool

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

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

I hope you don seen i just killed this shit

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

My team getting digits

Im a don in this shit, yall kids