This is a song about "Blood for that bitch ex of mine was never anuff"

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Y u cryin? "gimme back my back" no bitch its mine, i rap not for your souls

Bitch this was your last act, no need for that bitch slap

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

Ya a bunch of gold diggers outta ya mind mistaken me for a mine.

Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time

But right now i ain't got that, you want it? here's a piece of mine

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

The word "bitch" ain't used, was never in vocabulary,

That was mine, now it's time, you'll get locked in caps,

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Oops did reveal that oh well that's what you get for compelling the angel of death bitch,