This is a song about "Bitchis aint sheet"

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Treated like a goon/ aint letting up nah aint gettin cuffed

If you aint cool with me i aint cool with u

Watching for the cops that's moving through

Trust me it aint nothin

Drive a hard bargain

Crossing the lines fillin up a clean sheet

I’m way harder than the concrete

I deal with bull with the sheet,

But i'm not worried

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

You aint going anywhere i aint gunna let go,

If you think you can meet me without a cheat sheet,

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

You don't wanna be put on my rap sheet.

Sometimes i think, what i need