This is a song about "Fuck dat bitch"

It’s not a game, hold your dame

Bitch, am on dat cocaine

Bitch, try to fuck with me

And now that i’m getting money

Fuck you little pussy ur cheeks are pink, 218 bitch.

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch

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

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

Be financially stable or busting tables for paper

Professional shit fuck bitch corporal aerospace major

Flat ass, true dat, a sex addict wouldnt tap dat,

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Fuck you swine and your bitch randy too

And no nigga gon love you

I see a tree, i got a rope. might just do suicide (fuck dat)

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back