This is a song about "You don t defend"

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

And i'm all that, hit the passenger 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

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

But you aint heaven sent, can you apprehend? naw you cant even defend

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

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

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see