I blow my nose with your lil' check
Six lyrics, no interviews. Wit leads on 4 lines, then money on 3. The songs are Blow Your Nose (two lines), Cupcake, Rotation, TEETHSUCKER (YEA3x) and CDG Foams. The jokes are dismissive and quick, kiss-offs aimed at exes and rivals: leaving someone on delivered after they pour out their heart, blowing a nose with a lil' check, a rival who "don't got fans, she just got bots". A short page with a clear mood: patience for nobody.
He keep pouring out his heart, I'ma leave him on delivered
She don't got fans, she just got bots
Tell her be herself, ain't no code switchin'
These carrots on me is not for no rabbit food (Damn)
I got a treasure chest up top my neck, these pirates can't touch my jewels