This is a song about "A ginger"

Coroners comfort your mama

A store that dosen't get a

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

You a retarded ginger piss me off ill fuck up your shit

But c-can't look up in that mirror

I'm a liar, i'm a sinner

I'm a winner, i'm a loner.

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Or know them testament verses

Spit a poem or a diss

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

You're a porch, i'm a fortress.