This is a song about "Fuckin bitch niggas"

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

And bitch you knew you had my heart in a fuckin cage

Without no reasonable doubt y'all was all on the sofa

Concha de tu madre bitch don't touch my fuckin mota

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Niggas wanna pick up a fuckin gun

I'm about to rip the head off this little fuckin bitch

And these artists don't need me they already rich

Like i said i run this bitch like im the fuckin reverend

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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