This is a song about "Writhe me a rapp about rapping with qd flow and slimeez"

Who only care about chilling with a blunt and making a mil/

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

I don't care about defeating me no more, i’m rapping you to reduce my pain, my sore,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Come up to me with your flow, and i'll just kick ya in your jaw,

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

You should lock me up for being so dope with a flow so cold

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Age thirteen, rapping like a machine, and nothing is stopping my cold wind flow that sends shivers

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

You say bullsit about me and my lifestyle with your stupid freestyle.

Hit you with a different gin and, spiritual flow so erratic

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

My beastness, is that a word? then that's upsurd, witness me rapping,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing