This is a song about "Hoppin on yo mamam"

Them haters wishing they could see my demise

Makin yo bitch get on her knees in some thigh highs/

I laugh in yo face niqqa you got nuttin on me

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

This shit ain't nothing new though

My fist cracked on impact yo,

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Yo,, this rap legend on this firkin editor

I don't really give a fuck

I'm on deck yo, batter up

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

I'll come up on yo porch, knock on your door

You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused

But behind your back she fucking every nigga on yo recent list

And im hoppin on the microphone

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone