This is a song about "Bitch you done fucked ya self"

Bitch im a hella stella, i can rap this shit acopella, but just note to self i never-ever tell ya

Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's backand i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughing at cha

You are about to get mind fucked(mind fucked)

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

So if you didn't how i fuck ya bitch well your screwded tough luck ya bitch

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

And if it blast at ya chest, my nigga you are done

Self made bitch im coming soon.

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end

That's right i'm right bitch you better call yo self a friend/

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

Is written in our souls, africa

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Hes done with you bitch ass, your last fish, worse than a bass, im sittin in class,