This is a song about "No i don t"

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

But most importantly, hip hop isn’t dead no more you see

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

Super chill, some call me t-frozen, and if theres weed around i gotta

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t