This is a song about "Hanging wit to x birch mutha fuck you"

You messin wit da truth,

Zero options to choose

You admit ya have to amire when i spit "shut it bitch you a liar!" ha!

Just keep trying to fuck wit my paper but bitches is scheming and so are ya

Cant fuck wit a hoe thats basic

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

‘fore he hit the room, hear a “vroom!” from the porsche bitch

Fuck around wit my niggas, we give you some stitch.

Same bitch you fuckin wit , yo nigga had a kid wit

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

Its nuttin to flash, but fuckin wit cas will get you buck or buck n- a half.

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

So i get to hacking at these rubbish mutha fuckas fuck it