This is a song about "Caring for earth verse 2"

Either one, dun, long as my digits the same

Verse 2: cold blooded j shooter, that's the name.

You little young-ass motherfuckers

You come you my door asking for a verse

And wonder how we ever came to this

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Romans 2:11 for god shows no partiality

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

Oh your gonna bring me back to earth,not happening with the wackest verse

Lyricists will commit suicide for just half a verse,

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

So its time for verse two

Wanna spend it all on you

Im a lyrical miracle there them 2 words just denied your whole verse,

Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin' hard on our sisters