This is a song about "Bitch swallow"

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Ha bitch, now you're cursed, slit her throat, swallow words,

I said i need another bottle, these pills are hard to swallow

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

She swallow me like ibuprofen

After the club, gettin you open

Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

You can swallow your words like a full load to the dome

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

Won't ya swallow that girl

And he, what's his name, earl

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Would make you swallow more balls than tables at pool halls

You were from a place where people swallow their sorrow

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow