This is a song about "You aren t coll"

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

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

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Look it something they can't ever see

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

I got a part time

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks