This is a song about "I hate your attitude"

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick

Your fucking attitude makes me sick

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

Sorry if i got a cocky attitude

I hate your whole demeanor, here to end you for good like i'm the grim reaper.

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

Better change this attitude, unless i wanna be down on the floor

That's your sister, gf, wifey, if you found out i bet you'd hate me

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

I would hate for you to be stranded at the laundry mat, i got your back

My attitude is shitty i show city joy

But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy