This is a song about "Bitches weed pussy sam haze fanny rizzla macten"

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

Bonin' bitches; coerce, eatin' wet pussy surf n' turf

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

I love corpses, abortion, distortion, bitches who pussy all contorted

Lost in sound a cloudy haze

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Told them i love it when bitches roll up my weed for me

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

I am i can sam i sand with cans of panther meat

Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man

I'm more furious then serious sam

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

Aight so yall niggas gonna talk about pussy, bitches, and gays