This is a song about "Whatever bitch"

Whatever i spit, you love it,

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Now we livin’ much better, nigga, pay whatever

Whatever weather, cold or warm

Everyday a star is born

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Whatever the pressure

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

I'll spit whatever i feel and whatever i see

Is it this black mercedes

Whatever im bored so peace

Whatever we under, keep composure/

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

The dead society of a poet

Whatever started it