This is a song about "Don t dis me"

You don;t thin anymore

The art of war

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

I have sins so my pants never had lent

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

Boys don seen me. fly so high i need stop it hell is my

Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie