This is a song about "Caleb your my bitch"

After my life force depletes kid ill haunt your dreams bitch,

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

If you say my scripts are shit, bitch you dont know your shit

And talking shit we gon' party all day

Get your seat belt on bitch, we're doing this my way

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

And i'll stay fuckin your bitch!

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

My motto is: chicago, bitch

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Where i stick my dick out and pork your bitch mouth/

Roll up in my ‘rrari stole your bitch i’m sorry

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