This is a song about "Wouldn t even start"

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

My gold rollie tell time

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

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

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

But it won't make no difference when i rip this verse and collaborate tonight/ and uh

A start of a new form of saga, drunk even before i touched my vodka

You cant even start your first fight

Get ready to ignite

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

You have no talent, why did you even start rapping

You know that love is a very serious thing