This is a song about "Fuck satan wit ma glock"

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

Yeah yeah, fuck it, knock knock, satan open the fucking door,

Ill be doing shows, groupies tryna chant but i don't fuck wit clones they

That's why they salty every where i swear its like a snow day

Fuck wit me again i'll slice your throat behind closed curtains.

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

You admit ya have to amire when i spit "shut it bitch you a liar!" ha!

Just keep trying to fuck wit my paper but bitches is scheming and so are ya

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

I am in the firecracker mode dont fuck wit me alone you fuckin wit me alone

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes is it real or

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

When i come threw with a new glock with new sight play tag wit us

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious