This is a song about "Fuck you bitch your a twat go die"

Bitch ill fuck you up; call your body guards.

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment

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

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

You fucking bitch, go suck your brothers dick, fucking prick.

Fuck you laylow your a bitch with no life

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

I am your hell so elf go fuck yourself i am a cray orc, your rotten pork

Go back in time and kill you with your umbilical cord, bitch

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

Right now i don’t give a fuck i just hope you die

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

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