This is a song about "Rap about a hbot girl"

Homies died in my arms, with his brains hangin', fucked up!i had to tell him it was alright, and that's a lie

I'm baby hailly. i rap like nobody in the world. i might be a girl. but i rap like a guy.

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

Try to start a rap off without crap about how good you flow.

Raised by a momma who, who

But this rap isn't just about you

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

Point being don't rap about problems, rap about solving them

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Girl feels me while you're typing on your rap

We getting money, you can face the facts

Will sustain about a 100 albums of rap tracks

You talkin' like a backpacker, you ain't know shit about rap,

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

Tell you about the girl i fell for

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door