This is a song about "Fuck you and your rhymes bitch i m hot a kid"

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

(i got that hot bitch in my home) you know how many hot bitches i own?

Not so tough now bitch, who the fuck gives a fuck about all your porches and

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different

Same bitch you fuckin wit , yo nigga had a kid wit

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

I here your thoughts and my hearts hot like a burning cross.

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

You slap me like a bitch and you'll fuck like a #whore

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

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