This is a song about "Whatever you wanna"

Man could predict the pain she's bringin you for whatever,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Whatever i spit, you love it,

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

And ill make you take whatever you said back.

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Or canoe whatever it is you use,

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

But whatever, you hit on the spot

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

Whatever shit you talk while spittin isn't amusin me

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

I advise that you pursue whatever you wanna do