This is a song about "I don t fucks with you"

I have little self contol round stupid fucks

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Once i've killed you i hope the devil fucks you in the afterlife and that's the price

Never fucks with ashy larry's

That'll do anything that i please

Get my taste from all of my bitches

T-raw you don't know who you fucking with?

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

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