This is a song about "Gina harris"

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Of what happens when you agitate my imagination

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

With one syllable i'm still able to rip ur entire lyrical attire off call it a strip tease/

Baby i can see that you don't recognize mei'm shock g: the one who put the satin on your panties

Mariah tunes and five flutes

Annoyed with you rapping dudes

Not even aquaman,i will clark kent on a daily and not plan it im on top and they cannot stand it

And its ironic he was pulling me off bert when we fought, he wanted all the respect he could get

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

And i won't stop until the issues that plague today's addressed,

That plague the families, lack of structure, it's a dumping ground,

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

World war one two, plague and dead jews i still got the souvenirs

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips