This is a song about "Not chilling with your boys"

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

Fuck boys in the building with they conversation

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

Chilling with my mates but i dont give a fuck about rotations

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Trust me boys, that's not "what makes you beautiful"

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

A damn innocent bystander chilling with her friends

Then i raped and murdered your three little boys!

Collabs i write are "dope" to me, even though there's no points,

Your papa your mama should tell you not to miss with me

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I'm chilling with jesus

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz