This is a song about "I can spot your bitch from a mile away"

Thought he had duffer brain of a mile

We about to set this bitch on fire

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Your bitch is like a kiss from a rose on my tulips

A slick spot for your wristwatch that your bitch bought 'cuz you're a big shot

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

How come i can't escape from a girl i consider a bitch?

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

I will never throw that flag that's failing right in the air by your mile

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

Chicago ain't your city it's just a spot that you chill in

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

How am i blind yet i can spot exactly where to drop some bombs/

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

I take it away from you, but your not to blame

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again