This is a song about "Y all ain t got shit on me"

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

And i got a little big, keep it low key

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit

I recollect we used to ball now just living's enoughi stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall

Come-on mr. fool show me what you got , seems like you don't know anything about rapping at all

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

That fire flow the finest women i adore

And daddy's in the cadillac

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

Second song ,second time sayin i ain got time to hate