This is a song about "A compound"

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Spit a poem or a diss

Just so happens mine they prefer

I'm a liar, i'm a sinner

Kaiser soze, we never see him

Do you a need a donation

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

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

You gon' need a couple stars to get your first victor

A boy taken for a goon

You can pick the next room