This is a song about "Got him with the uppercut nigga"

I'll throw on uppercut nigga, at your gut nigga,

My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

Watch out for him he got the vocabulary

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Can you blame her? hundred dollars for them bitches wann’t a option

Or left with her mother, to beat him before the strangle him,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

With an uppercut and hit me with a basket of laundry

Flowin' like i'm in poker, you never know my emotion

Dan ghostt with the heavenly forces that wraparound him.

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

But they got a nigga bonded up like the 19th century

Got my nigga going awol, from the srq to the natal

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable