This is a song about "She thinks i m ugly"

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

Is written in our souls, africa

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

I'm after you bringing traffic through

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

She thinks its all a sin, doesn't understand i'm alone

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

At 16 years old,i`m bettter than these haters

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Yo bitch is so ugly, with makeup she a five

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

I"m the designated driver

I pipe in and one night her