This is a song about "Fucking pussies"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

We had ya pussies flinching before the records started sending.

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

My jaws unpack when i hear where these pussies at/

And pussies i'm still slappin'

And i like the hoes that need passion

When i flip y'all pussies hide and cower

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

These pussies are pushing it, ‘bout to cross to the line.

Cause hype gets you rick mirer'd every single time

Unassertive pussies cant keep work

That bitch was racist, got me fired

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

Were the bullies that pushed him, the pussies just got lost in it,

I get psyched and excited when i see you pussies cower

Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror