This is a song about "Don t diss my squad"

You don;t thin anymore

Look, viewin life from the 36th floor

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

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

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

My magma hot bars race between the lines like a squad of cop cars

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

My scythe don blessed ya made a mess, much to your dread