This is a song about "Hellcat"

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Fucking hellion you keep dwelling and your asking for it spirit,

And she doesnt know it but i hid a trackin device inside her skirt

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

Until the see-saw cuts a skirt of a fake

And use your blood as a drinking chaser after i down a baser

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Carolina’s savior, marijuana blazer

To have a face off with the grand chaser

You a lady boss, now you fly free

The blast a few seeds up in your coochie