This is a song about "You can t ball"

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

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

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

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

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

Quick to grab the fifth and just fire

The one who can´t even show a real smile

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I'm in plex, i got to munch you as t. rex,

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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

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