This is a song about "Fuck you better pay bitch"

Maybe things get better, but i've got hell to pay.

Like michael jackson, how you do me this way

So if you didn't how i fuck ya bitch well your screwded tough luck ya bitch

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Now we livin’ much better, nigga, pay whatever

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

"what the fuck? this is fucking sick, bitch, fuck you,"

My home girl told me i got an issue

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Bitch i'll fuck you for some target practice

That's right i'm right bitch you better call yo self a friend/

One parent above, the other live scared

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

It's either him or me, bitch you better fuckin choose

Hey, must be the money

4 79, boy better pay me