This is a song about "I don t fuck the same bitch so you could have my old bitch"

I'm respected from californ-i-a way down to japan

So i refuse to follow in the same steps as my old man.

So bitch, let's fuck so i can smoke again

If your mind is on sex you must got esp then

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

I been in the zone like my whole life my new bitch your old wife

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

"what the fuck? this is fucking sick, bitch, fuck you,"

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

Bitch so what this me and i don't give a fuck if you don't like.

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

So the spaces you find, fucked up as my mind is bitch