This is a song about "I ain t your white bitch"

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

So if you didn't how i fuck ya bitch well your screwded tough luck ya bitch

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

I did your bitch, i just came,

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Second song ,second time sayin i ain got time to hate

I never fucked that tight white bitch, because i found out that hoe was the snitch,

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Lemonhead end up dead

Bitch i am in your head.

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

At the same damn time