This is a song about "I got a passowrd on iphone and facebook maybe you should but a lock on your fanny coz your a slut"

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back

You aint back on track,your murdered on a track

You could have it all alone, cause i’m better without you

I could go on dissing you, kissing ass and maybe lick a few

Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,

How me holiday? i love it when mommy say

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

I'm the grimreaper and i already got you on your toes

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed

At a track meet and your tryna spit on a whack beat.

Cabo to jamaica every weekend honey moon and you

But maybe you shuld just sit on a dick and rotate too

Half your body laying on my chest

You rag on me but say your a friend