This is a song about "Disobedient wif"

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

But i showboat wif a paddle, so sit on my

Better yet they work my every nerve

Wif hitters enraged from the quitters

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Of gold wont really make it bold, even if u held it wif balance,

Tailored wif attitude and faith, sailors of forttuide and taste,

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

Castrate madness wif cage freed from kassem g