This is a song about "Fucken ur bitch"

Its cold as shit in this booth

You can't find your fucken shoes?

You where a bitch then, you're still a fucken bitch now

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

From ur head n' ur mind,

By god, slow grind

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

You kids sweet / fuck ur bitch tweets/u dudes r pussy

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

It's now fucken done you lose

Ur jaw drops when u get hit with a sawn off on the streets and mangled bitch

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

Of dust n feud ur #smoked n #played like #cigs n #blues bitch ya doomed

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

So ima lose bitch? my punchlines will beat u till ur black n bruised

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute