This is a song about "Bitchs that don t let go"

When i let that teck go hoes gone wet it up

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

(sometimes you just gotta let it go, and turn that tight grip loose

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

I can't let go of her, she means too much to me to do that shit

Nibblin' on ya ear, she love that teasin' stuff

She has these two perfect eyes that i can't let go of

Huh, got to get better with time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/