This is a song about "Bitchhs ain t shit"

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

She take two man one time

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

Quit playin games gurl you got my head spinnin round

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see