This is a song about "Yu can t ball"

Around here i am the g.o.a.t. like the capricorn

Now yu alone cuz she gone, no time to grieve or mourn,

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

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

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

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Cuz she raised yu from a baby to the point of extent,

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

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

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

Knew you who threw du ewe yu due que crew true u two drew u lu rue

And we can't fall

From the bench to the ball