This is a song about "Back up in this bitch with a motha fukin sawed off"

This music's dying with it's head strung up in a tightened rope,

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

I'm sure to get rich

Now i’m up in this bitch

Switch, a female dog with no raw, rich

Im the newest nigga up in this bitch

Lord- i'm 'bout to sawed off you in the face, cough "stout fraud"

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want

I'm back up in this bitch with a bitch i call her cinna bun

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Yo everyone in this bitch listen up,

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Hahahahaha... oh crap, i split this bitch in half with one line in a rap,

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Fukin bitch ass need to be in the chair