This is a song about "Fuck wit no thot"

Except wit no title

I'm mental, it's instrumental

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Tryna battle wit no wits

No i'll have that bitch wit some glitter then i'll tip her,

A breakdown broad oh she could of done better

Vicious transmission for my vicious ambition

Fuck any nigga ain't wit' it, i can't get off my mission

Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter

No i'll have that bitch wit some glitter then i'll tip her,

Raw, like a hard on wit no condom on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb