This is a song about "Short is a bitch"

I'm short and sweet, not a fucking sound bite

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

I have very short patience because a lot of rap's bad

They can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett back

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Eight hundred short a grand for a show, don't care my rent is overdue

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

Life's to short to always hold a grudge

This shit ain't nothing new though

Death is a bitch i know

And these artists don't need me they already rich

Flow like stasis is just be patient i'm a make it bitch

The proverbial lemonade that i made

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Everybody, just clap your hands if your a real

Yall still a few fries short of a happy meal