This is a song about "You ain t like me"

T-raw you don't know who you fucking with?

Here’s a tissue for you bitches

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

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

We'll be friends like you and me

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Malia family, we the family

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

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

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

If haters are like lions be a t rex eating them up before u get ate

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

But most importantly, hip hop isn’t dead no more you see

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city