This is a song about "Owe you"

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

You dont owe me, now here we go go,go

You dont owe me, now here we go go, go

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

We'll write these letters to them, "all this angst, we owe it to you",

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

Yes,it's you. rap beats you.

I'm tryna learn somethin new

See you, touch you, hear you

And word i blew off herb i grew

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

You dont owe me, now here we go go, go

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Killing 'em softly; i think i owe them some silence.