This is a song about "Death by women"

Ross and folarin, couple women

You just working with the scraps you was given

Of a penance stare to a decadent to grant him death by recompense

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Live from the lamont's rose

Ain't no women at the shows

But if i can't batter the women

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans

Death maps, in a lion's sense, alliances, are made by riff-raff,

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

I'll prove it with one hand by beating you to death with a spatula.

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

Evading my death by regaining my strength with sensu beans

This shit ain't nothing new though

I scalp women like zito