This is a song about "Not starting ass"

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Starting blowing breezy

Im not pious to this fake ass religions,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Not some ghetto poor bitch ass villain

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

But let me tell you im not gonna be yo hoe ass bate

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

Not as funny as his fuckin silly ass brother,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Hot like a cajun dish not like you lame ass pricks cuz you spit bars

After lebron, i'm what's next

It’s starting to make sense

This is not rap ending that's a movie starting

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king