This is a song about "So whatever"

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

Boppers on top of coppers, they do whatever i say so

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

I'll spit whatever i feel and whatever i see

I'm here to make it better

Yeah young kid, bout whatever

So whatever i was told, i accepted as the truth

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

Lights please, lights please

Whatever the fallacies

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

Whatever your desires you'll leave satisfied

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Cause im violent n vexed so whatever you typin next

Ill end this so you can get back to whatever the fuck you spend your time doing,

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring