This is a song about "Bite"

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

And take mama wit cha, cause despair don't do nothin but bite

But i swear i don't bite,

Cause you didn’t play the game right

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

Cool cucumber, smooth charmer, snake bite

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

I'm so fly no one to bite on but my self

Killa never let the drama slide

I'm short and sweet, not a fucking sound bite

And i'm indecisive when the things are light

I got a team full of dogs and the dogs bite,

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

But there's no spider bite, and no dumped waste