This is a song about "Sorry don t cut it"

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

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Sorry world but it is true that i can be mean

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

Dead stop cut it off before we get caught

You be get up on this fly shit baby

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

I coordinate, my rhymes shine like an ornament. sorry it ain't christmas,

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Bitch, i might make you my baby

Cut it loose and let it free,

But i'm a dreamerhave you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game

It was a power cut, well, it was a power cut too in my brain