This is a song about "A b cp q r s t u v w x y z"

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

U know u r a bitch then why to be sorry

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

Gonna spread more creep then a z v z

And all women who had light features, see

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

Z-y-l-o/ the thoughts in my head are problematic

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry