This is a song about "I ll snatch yo bitch"

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

"mike go home" as i snatch the microphone

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Oh thats yo girl? last night that bitch i pie creamed.

Bitch i ain't no joking, i'll leave u fucken neglected in yo yard to burn

Its understandable if you don't believe me if thats the pattern

Iaint tryna hurt nobody i ll just spit some verbs

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Bt i ll bring em back...i swear on the testimony

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

All i wanted to do was rape the bitch and snatch her purse