This is a song about "Chat dead"

You keep continuing your gonna end up dead,

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

Ive had three girlfriends on roulette of chat

We never tattle, let god handle that

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Chat you up you come to my place for a ration

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

These bitches talkin reckless and im not wit that chit chat

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Cause me nd you bout to have a lil' chat

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

I don't chit chat and do the same shit that my hater would

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate

All you niggas dead , dead fake