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

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

You fucking mutt, tell me, can a slut

You are about to get mind fucked(mind fucked)

Hoping wes snipes make my life a bit different

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Madder how many tears you cry i'll never say bye, i cant stand to see you sad

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Shit how many time's we've said this before

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

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

I dont care how many words,

While i'm making history

How fucked up it can be,

Only way yall getting pussy is if you call up a slut

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck