This is a song about "He s my ouffer"

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

When i run b-town i got size 11's on my feet

.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

Can’t you see just how long my run

My balls buff like he-man

He made me shudder no more, he forages happiness for my soul

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

Adolf hitler if he was alive he would be my first target

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Put the purp in the blunt

Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Is the fuckin pain and my shame he

I reel them in, goadomes on see