This is a song about "Get rid of you"

Is the chick ain't even have brains, dummy like a bitch

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell

Inside it contains a gel that you must retrieve from a well it will rid you of the spell

Instead of stepping out the box where other niggas will try to get rid of you / sheesh

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Cant get rid of you like cockroaches, my stomach's turnin'.

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Thomas, clay aiken no gay shit, ass naked

Something of which she never be rid.

Asking for peace like geneveve, but you'll never get rid of me,

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

‘till then let’s get rid of this endless cycle

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal