This is a song about "Chickin jib"

And all you get was a hater telling you you won't be seeing them soon,

When you get hit its not gunna be boom all i have to say is welcome to your doom

Ill end this idiots words by leaving a knife in his throat.

Your bitch, she ain't laughing, but my bitch thinks it's a joke

I need a fucking ladder to get outta this dump,

Still they wonder how i seem so confident

And fiendin' for my mercedessuckers scatter

Ill get out of here i just gotta create a ladder

Gonna stuff sauce lotions down your throat

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

Say ohhh, if you in the club tonight

My direction good, well-rounded type

Boom! your computer just exploded

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit