This is a song about "You could have my old butch cause i don t fuck the same bitch"

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Don't know if i could live with out you cause baby you my

All you rappers sound the same its gettin pretty old

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

And all women who had light features, see

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

Another day as i step out the door

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Bitch you say your my grade but we ain't in the same division,

Nigga there is a difference between bitches and real women