This is a song about "She ain t my buddy no mo"

Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though

I'm stacking dough, ain't gotta sell crack no mo

Girl no matter what you do you ain gonna cross the line,

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

But most importantly, hip hop isn’t dead no more you see

Maybe party but theres no slumber.. she my baby but theres no bubba

There i was kneeling on the ground, felt like i was being drowned, and at the

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

My ignorance shit never stopped me though, you think you shit rapping in slow mo

Yo my bitch is a good girl, she makes no mistakes

Call me bobby ray, but it’s not two names

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

I'm sick of the writing, no' mo' typing, i'm clashing like a titan