This is a song about "Fuckin yo bitch"

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

This ain't yo cup of tea get out my fuckin face

Yo, listen man i ain't no fuckin' poet

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

You know i took yo bitch

Trip, and then you never snitch

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Ahead of the game fuckin yo mom with three chains on

So i put my motha-fuckin' boot up yo ass!

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Bitch you better clean yo linen

I told him get his 9 and run

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

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

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Forget life's, rap's a fuckin' bitch, think she's a clever bitch,