This is a song about "Whatever i ll beat you"

Loves whatever you make it

And that's jay line i had to quote that

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Talk shit you ll get an axe to your cheek walk quick

I''ll serve you like a waiter even if we go paperless

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

When i grew up i was like "whatever"

The ice ain't really nothing to her

You do try to write, whatever

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Just so happens mine they prefer

You ll still be a prize winner

You can call me whatever

My records sell, yes sir