This is a song about "Can t fuck wit you no more"

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

They have bitten the filth when they've wit#ness-#t his wits

The cycle repeats until you can no longer give a fuck.

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

I can give a fuck 'bout no hater

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Speed is what you lack, you can’t catch me no more, so shut the fuck up homo.

Or something that you paid for

// [you (don't hurt me no more)]

// [you (don't hurt me no more)]

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

Fuck you wit that notin but an utter lie

I got more riches than you fuck more bitches than you

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through