This is a song about "I don t respect a bitch"

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

My gold rollie tell time

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

I have no respect for a ghost, you can battle and back talk,

I ain't happy with the score

You don;t thin anymore

Hold up yea we the best

But i never got respect

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

She's so proud/ now that i don't don the shroud/ as a crown

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around