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

If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you

I fuck ya bitch and rob ya house what you gonna do

You admit ya have to amire when i spit "shut it bitch you a liar!" ha!

Just keep trying to fuck wit my paper but bitches is scheming and so are ya

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

You are about to get mind fucked(mind fucked)

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

With tears of laughter, but watch ya mouth when you spit glass hits in my direction bitch,

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

You fucking bitch wha ya say man yo in to explain pain

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

You the type to smell ya fingers when ya done wiping

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Bitch do ya feel me, motherfucker do you fear me?