This is a song about "Fucking his gf"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

That's your sister, gf, wifey, if you found out i bet you'd hate me

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

Let him rot, trod on his yacht that's the plot give him a fucking blood clot

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

You need to get a gf before even contemplating a wife

He's getting byeit's time to bury another brotha nobody crylife as a baller

He has been fucking em periodical enemy eased his fucking boulder making him stronger

And blast you with his fucking

Don't want to be the king

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

Fags from compton, socked him in his fucking chops: won

He is just standing there as i fuck his mother-fucking heir

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

Zombie ill fucking bite tuechie,bum rush his ass like a groupie,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free