This is a song about "Are you gonna fuck that"

All your verses are perjury, how are you gonna murder me?

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

That gal want me ride har

When you know that you are

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

Well fuck you guys and you haters to cause all you are,

How the fuck you gonna kill a killer

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

I fuck ya bitch and rob ya house what you gonna do

Or are you gonna walk away while you still have the chance,

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

You say fuck da world and say you gonna change da structure

I need to be the center piece of my entire culture

Town kickin ass if you fuck up me and my crew are gonna surround

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground