This is a song about "Bitch u cant song"

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

You just cant match this, a psychopathic with tactics u aint ready yet bitch go practice!

U know u r a bitch then why to be sorry

Once as a slave who imagined being free

U cant get louderthan headphones

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Cant handle cause knowing me u might get smack upside your head

But that's what he liked her

Are u a bitch or a ruler,

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

U cant feel my pain but hear about it in my words

There must be another route, way out

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around