This is a song about "A little mixed bitch that s with the shits"

And you faker than willy wonkareal shit, i told you

And with the little bit that i have left to do,

I gave that bitch a tiny little slap

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Scarin rappers like i was mixed with a wicked ghost

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

Served you like a restaurant ,mixed with a bit of taunt

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

In that sense i spat chips of crack mixed with acid