Produced by Young $wisher Beats
Lyrics Below 

Verse 1 

Excuse me, who are you? 
Why you walking in the room like what it do?
Why you rollin' through like you was in the crew?
Why you askin' bout the tea, you ain't even got the brew?
Why you actin' brand new? 
Why you walking up to me like I was really in the mood? 
Always talking bout the past
Why you always on my ass?
See if nice guys finish last, 
Imma be the baddest motherluvvah out there
I need a bouncer 
You wanna affiliate with this clout (yuh)
You need a voucher 
Why you wastin' your time?
Better question, why you wastin' mine? 
Where you get the audacity in askin' me to stop my flow on a dime?
You couldn't handle my ten cents, two cents is fine
Shower your mind with my thoughts, rinse, repeat, and reprise
Hallow hollering's for fake followers that'll be your demise
Realize you're offering a Corona to a stoner, boi
You ain't even got the lime (like)

Hook

"Hey, how you doin?"
What you doin' that dance for?
Why you riding my back like a Jansport?
What you likin' my rants for?
What you sittin' there clappin' yo hands for?
Don't even know what JD stand for

Verse 2 
Mean I, pregame with the J, postgame with the D
Nickname is wordplay, it make rappin' easy
I'll give you daps right after I'm done pissing
No I didn't wash my hands trick, my d*cks clean
All they really want, small talk and quick flings
All they really got, for yuh boi, is nothing 
Sometimes I just think ya'll say things to say things
Damn yo it's so amazing
How we live in a syndicate of people who don't know how to be intimate
Where the regular etiquettes full of Empty Sentiments 
Pushing pointless propisitions is a problem that's prevalent 
Asking for answers you find irrelevant, sh*t that I'm fed up with
The fakeness is a hard pill to swallow 
When follow for follows the motto nothing ever seems legit
Surrounding yourself with strangers is something I don't get
I can tell that lifes a movie way you followin the script like

Hook

"Hey, how you doin?"
What you doin' that dance for?
Why you riding my back like a Jansport?
What you likin' my rants for?
What you sittin' there clappin' yo hands for?
Don't even know what JD stand for

Empty Sentiments

JD the M.C.