This is a song about "Got your bitch on my sick"

Got my hands on the wheel why your wrapped in chains

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

When they know how

Got your bitch in bed now

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

I've got my foot on your shoulder

My sick rhymes got you woozy yo, an automatic oozy flow

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

Lyrics the bitch got an internet on rap battling time spent, but my

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

Got your girl on her laps with my cum all on her face smeared

Got your bitch she aint stalin

Come get some, you little bum