So What?

I know my money low
But honey so what
I hoped we’d grow up
But we only grew apart
Dearly departed friend
We started when y’all ended
Then we parted
And y’all started
But regardless of that
It’s hard to rap
About this shit
And keep my smartness
At bat
I keep a Palma leaf
And chief it
To myself my chief
You far from grabbing
On my blunt
You half affront
You f-----t

Who said that P-Tree ain’t have it
I smell your cap when you gabbing
I should just take off
In space there’s no traffic
In your face where place my attacking
I am up late
Like a clock that’s slow stuck in the attic
Clock that whole grip off your baggage
Conscious and positive your are a
Op and you’ll blow like a new tuba
Going in deep on this track
Like my panic attack
When I tried to
Go scuba diving
Driving my whip
Is my preference
I hit you with lessons
You not even insect
You pupa
You smell like some tuna fish
Two of us can’t coexist
You like a bug or a glitch
Think you a thug you bitch
You’re stained on my rug
That’s the sitch
Yeah