This is a song about "Pest"

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

Fed the bitch pesticides and let the pest decide

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

But i was too busy acting like a pest

Fuck a pest, we ain't in raid drought

Baby heading down a cloud

Sorry baby i don’t mean to pest-er

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

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

Hold my tears i tried my best

Sicker than a tick pest

Dinin on this pest with these tyrannical texts

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz