This is a song about "Butch lesbians"

I rob it like i'm butch cassidy, so wack emcees packed in factories,

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Freestyle natural like butch reed,blow your mind like a claymore

It ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

So pass the weed, i'll rob the game up like butch cassidy,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Beggars payin lesbians for eleven severed limbs

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics