This is a song about "She don t want to leave"

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

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

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

Uh ha, you know what

She only want to suck

Your mum dont want to kiss you she might get rabies

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

I jump in the air to glide, she don’t want to fight

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Cry "daddy i missed you, i don't want you to leave this place/

Knowing you can no longer party

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"