This is a song about "A cheerleader"

A bunch a singers and sinners

Strumming my pain with his fingers

I got blammas, you'll drop your hammers

With a ba and a masters

Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter

Like a baby without a diaper

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer

Never agree with that message

Hit a bitch, gain a stitch

The lovely teedra moses

Spit a poem or a diss

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

I'm a vulture yous a buzzard