This is a song about "Girl friend is knocked up"

Tell your girl to clean my splatter up

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

With their rears covered in my blood, looks like they got knocked up

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

The darkness is my friend. the light won't defend.

Girl you know what it is

Crazy talking and foolish

That white girl is my cater

Huh, i can't interpret her

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

I'm sorry my friend, but this is your wake up call, a needed letter.

Number ten, i just went and fucked your ass up friend

Hold your applause until the ceremony end