This is a song about "You ain t me"

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

This is why her nigga mad

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

Super chill, some call me t-frozen, and if theres weed around i gotta

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

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

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

My flow ain't to fast and t ain't to slow, just so perfect that you could never know

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

You don;t thin anymore

Something worth dying for

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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