This is a song about "Pest"

Fed the bitch pesticides and let the pest decide

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

Fuck a pest, we ain't in raid drought

Don’t know if i’m ‘posed to take you out

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

But i was too busy acting like a pest

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

Of life cause you may comeback as a pest

Sicker than a tick pest

Just say he's the best

Every time i'm rappen i thought i was a beast in fact i was considered a pest

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Like a pest, clean the floor, look its a mess

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

Sorry baby i don’t mean to pest-er

I'm gettin discouraged with her