This is a song about "Aimed at your bitch"

Then i might have to redirect where my missiles were aimed...

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

I gotta know if it's real or not

Ok, bitch you outta your top.

Got your bitch in bed now

We be like chow

So ho your ass will get smashed bitch

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Lemme spend a penny on your bitch

When my words were aimed at your feet

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Or you'll drive me crazy

Smack you bitch that’s your fee