This is a song about "Call m e a cheater"

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Yeah m a misogynist with a rapist's dialect i need a therapist i'm too violent

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

She moaning and groaning, "a e i o u" no consonants/

21 years of age, being strapped with a m-4

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Stop this shit, not because you are a cheater everybody should be

We came.. way too far pretty baby

The d-a-v-e f the mothafuckin g

Pull the pound, up and down, turn yourself around shorty

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

You already are caged

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained