This is a song about "Don t touch my zip"

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

I got a part time

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

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Every time my feet touch ground you know it's a touchdown,

Yeah, that my sista and i'm so proud how she hold it down

This is my high rap, you cant even touch my high stacks.

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

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