Time of the month

[Verse 1]
Ain't no time for no bullshit and I gotta move quick,do shit,stackin’ on my cruel whip tryna get a cruel shit,fuckin' on my new bitch,they don't know who it is,but I’m quit the losing,(?) looking stupid,man I'm talking stupid niggas lookin' foolish(?)said I do it(uh)got a keep the tempo,money on my mental,workin' for a year tryna make this instrumentals,gotta make it clear keepin' moving for my tempo end o, all in my blunt(?) 'em in front niggas actin' weird is the time of the month, I was down from the job,but this niggas tryin' the front,so kicked it by myself had to get this wolf I’m have none meal some the king of ’em dom with the sun on the zarm you are hating this nigga imma countin' on my ficus,man I’m really ficus,came to the liver,hang up the swisher,sippin' on the picture with the really brown liqour and I'm never gonna quit bitches really bitter I don't really be on twitter,but I’m always been a kiddo you're baby on a sitter and I swear that I'm the nigga