This song goes out to a kid with no claim to fame
And i probably shouldn't even be saying his name but f*ck it
There's something I want everyone to Cee
He probably think that cause he left he's safe wait Oh
No ima give him his biggest L
And I'm gonna have him screaming E
So wait how the f*ck can you get kicked of m i t t with just 3 days left
Did you touch somebody else
Did you rape somebody else
Did you send explicit pics to an eighth grader again
Who knows what you did I know what you did and you did it wrong
You should done that shit because you knew it was
Did you blame it fake depression, anxiety or the death of your fish
Like bitch you make the ball look like a f*cking tennis ball
You look like the kid who think a candy is Halls
But I'm not gonna give you a chance to make the right call
Because I'm gonna drop you like like a f*cking rag doll
Cause everybody knows you
And you can't get away from me or them
Because ahem bitch you can't even run
And ima tell you something son this song ain't for fun
And I'm keep going till I know you're f*cking done
And i probably shouldn't even be saying his name but f*ck it
There's something I want everyone to Cee
And He probably think that cause he left he's safe wait Oh
No ima give him his biggest L
And I'm gonna have him screaming E
I know you probably think people forgot about this but I didn't
It's been in my mind all these years so now let's talk about it
In ninth grade you got a girl drunk and raped her yeah you did
You sent images of your small dick under pounds of flubber for underaged girls as young as 14
And man that's f*cked
You're lucky that they didn't go to opps or you'd be locked the f*ck up
You're lucky but now I hope that you'll hear this one and try to find ways to con yourself Outta this one
Yeah good luck
Good luck
Cole