This is a song about "How many guyshave you fucked slut"

Oh, did i scare you, slut?

They like talking, its like gossip

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

How many kids you know with scars on there arms at the age of ten?

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

So if you spreadin lies ill have to smack a slut

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

How many verses i gotta murder to

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

No matter how many tries

I rap i know i aint half bad right? but how many niggas you done clapped

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

Gotta finish this verse, can't write it downearly flight now i'm out of town

Extreme rappers we battled how many times now, and you still refuse to bow down,

That try to chase these skirts

I dont care how many words,