This is a song about "Of course you don t get it"

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Would look at us all the time

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

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

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

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

I ain't ever ask for nothing to make it right here

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

Dike just like a dyson is bliss of course we know were it

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Amnesty international got bangkok to montauk on lock

So i bend over to get the fork, and of course i feel a little prod,