This is a song about "You ain t ready let me put this nice and stedy"

You hold me in and won't let me breathe

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

So you play nice, bow down, don't put up a fight

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

You lie me down and tell me that you'll never let me die, then you kiss me

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

This is me trying to play nice, and even now its not enough to suffice,

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Before i'm gone let me light this bong and

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

I swear my peoples keep a strapped like pinky in the movies

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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