This is a song about "Rap whatever"

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

A quick-witted sick figgit, faggot whatever

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Yeah whatever i was widdit though

I gotta tell you that my love is true

So whatever you wanna do

Told you camp lo was my favorite

...mist of rap...whatever, it don't matter, shit

And you can call me whatever

God has blessed her, prada dresser

Lunar whatever we take we keep

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

You can call me whatever

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

My nigga pac, be ready for whatever