This is a song about "Shawty fell in love with a hustler man i took her from a buster niggas keep talkin like they know something i slide on your bitch like she on something don t panic don t panic we just getting started nigga don t panic real niggas getting cake watch the fa"

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Corduroys, cam will shine

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

We in the mob im the don,

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Pavin' my way so i don't lay in waste an panic,