This is a song about "Disobedient wif"

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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

Fresh out the chair with the clippers

Wif hitters enraged from the quitters

But i showboat wif a paddle, so sit on my

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Castrate madness wif cage freed from kassem g

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

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