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

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Vision, im so sick, got you hoes on my dick, if this weren't a battle i'd beat you

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

Do this shit on all my own, bitch

That's my conditions, strictly sick, if you got it twisted,

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

Get your seat belt on bitch, we're doing this my way

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

Got my hands on the wheel why your wrapped in chains

Your mother and my nine, got the bitch praying for her time

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

I got you on your knees begging at my feet

Got these bezzells on my wrist, bitch im smoking on that green.

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team