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

You messin wit da truth,

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

Gun to my waist heart beating like im in a mutha fuckin chase

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

Lexus with me for the night pick up hoes with my bitch

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Fuck wit me again i'll slice your throat behind closed curtains.

You fuck around wit a real savage

Trying to give them light and a message

No car you can see me hanging out at the bus stop

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

Wit a fuck you tattoo no food and a face so pale

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

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