This is a song about "I hit your girl"

Following the king of diamonds, bitch you went ape shit

Its your hit, hey its your hit, man i wanna quit

"hey girl, i like your face. and i want a taste"

And i feared that my fans say i failed

I knew i recognized your girl deja vu

My ambitious girl, i won't forget you

I #meowed your girl last night, then your sister smashed tight

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

From every motherfucking boy or girl, i take their shits down to the last hit ground

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

Every time girl knocked, boy hit the door

Parents it ain't conductive, watch your girl, hit with that morning sickness

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love