This is a song about "Heather is hott"

I call em up, they might fall through

Your time is up, your time is due,

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches

Girl you know what it is

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Terribad is one word sucks is another

I'm tryna learn somethin new

Well... who is us ...who is you?

They was on that mase shit

See the truth is life is stupid

The root of all evil

Inspiration is survival.

Y'all get shot at, homie...i do the shooting

Playas is hatin’ and hoes is choosing