This is a song about "Fuck you and your hoes"

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

She prances while other niggaz be, makin, advances, get your own hoes fuck

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Fuck you and your whole street, soulja boy gone bring the heat

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Fuck your ratchet hoes, i kill the mic with spasmatic flows,

I hate bitches snitches stab them with syringes throw em in ditches and holes fuck hoes/

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

And if you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

Why i always fuck the good girls and keep wifin these hoes

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Ill imprison you with my twisted lyrics and scream "fuck your independence!"

The power of knowledge threatens, im educated with weapons