This is a song about "Fuck your bitch"

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

You big riding fag fuck you and your swag bitch on the rag,

Then i'll fuck your bitch, she'd better be on the pill though.

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

The opposite of sympathy fuck you and all your problems bitch

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

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

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

Nah, a dollar might just fuck your main bitch that's just how i feel (nah)