This is a song about "Bitch ill spit in your face"

Stand in my face, ima spit, shit, piss and jizz how that taste

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

You think you tough? than ill slam your bitch ass into granite

Lets give your face a new look, ill take a photo, itll be on the front paper

Maybe i’m just looking for the wrong thinglove don’t come sooner or later

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

I'll suck his dick then skip to the kitchen, spit it in your nasty face

Bitch ill fuck you up; call your body guards.

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

Your sneazy and shit, bitch, i bet you even copy and pasted your spit,

Put me in a booth guarantee ill spit the truth,

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

And i got them gold bottles, first place

That two face bitch that you call your friend these days