This is a song about "Pest"

But i was too busy acting like a pest

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Of life cause you may comeback as a pest

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Fed the bitch pesticides and let the pest decide

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

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

Get high together, left ny together

Sorry baby i don’t mean to pest-er

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

Dinin on this pest with these tyrannical texts

Just say he's the best

Sicker than a tick pest

Fuck a pest, we ain't in raid drought

So i turn to look and find out