This is a song about "Timo can i wright you a song"

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

I just wrote a bullshit hook in between two long ass verses if you mistook the for a song, look

So this to you, i present, is my final song.

Niggas will find a way to tweak it till the art's gone

Fly as a wright brother, i guess that mean you wrong

It's funny how pucci made all the snakes gone

I can set up a date and you can meet defeat

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

You bitch'll need a tampon by the end of this little song

But killing the competition in that cosabella thong

So i decided to write a song

Everyday a star is born

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

You can hear me later on song-cast radio

Song: "we can work it out"

I gotta little clout