This is a song about "You ain t got bun for me"

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

[ding ding] oh hi there maid what have you got for me today? no cake?

And niggas flashing crazy

You don't drink, more for me

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

You say you ain fake or plastic? ha that's sarcastic, fool youre fake as graphics

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Vomited on this teacher's t shirt, he asked me to leave

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

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

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow