This is a song about "Not bothred"

Almost cried right on the spot

Blacks, whites, and puerto rocs, poor or not,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Can i tell you that im not living, not making right decisions.

It's not my fault that you can not handle this cannabis,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

I fucking hate this job

Can you beat me or not

I'm not your nigga i'm not your buddy i'm not your homie, i just get on rap pad

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Not gonna lie we're not happy family

I just want somebody i can see

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

That means i have no block

Quit bringing up my race, you're not?

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god