This is a song about "Sabrina carpenter"

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

Swung left, no breath, chef ahead, must be fed, kept pet.

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

A wardrobe so your skin wood be the wood shavings

See, william lynch had a master plan,

That was six years ago, whips come from japan

In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right

She call me bob the builder cause i screw shit so tight

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

Whenever someone brings up that topic my heart gets cut like wood

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Cuz im the female rapping master

Jt: didn't get a gift for her