My explanation of my not so pleasant attitude when it comes to music. Lyrics: I just peeped Yall bitches really don’t be saying shit. Regurgitate back on the same script Yep Empty proverbial clips, saying whatever comes out of your lips just as long as it rhymes Where is the lie Write on a fly endless supply Who don’t do it all the time who don’t do it for the grind who don’t do it on a sly who don’t do it don’t be shy fall in the line I mean, I be feeling it But I don’t be feeling nothing Maybe it’s me and I’m missing something Damn Even when they say they love it That’s either real spit Or it’s real bluffing Can’t really see how they come in Give me whatever they puffin Maybe low-key I be really judging Maybe low-key Im really judging