This is a song about "Fuck your bitch with no strings"

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

Bitch no one believes your fake ass lies

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch

Ridin through my hood with the k with no brakes bitch

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

My flow is so sick toxic i vomit, ima puppet master pulling strings with no guitar picks

The opposite of sympathy fuck you and all your problems bitch

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Got your bitch in her thong no bra on. bout to beat that pussy up, man i dont give a fuck.

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

Fuck you swine and your bitch randy too

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

Fuck you, bitch, imagine me bitch, i had feed myself with tree mosses