This is a song about "Fuck my bitch"

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

Watching for the cops that's moving through

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

So it's nothing to finish

Yo bitch say she dont fuck with

Fuck you swine and your bitch randy too

I'm hoping that this letter reaches you

Bitch i'll fuck you for some target practice

Because your pops wasn't anxious

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

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

Now you speaking my language

My motto is: chicago, bitch