This is a song about "Ill fuck your bitch"

Acting like he's the son of god, bitch fuck your whine

You cooking pork anyway, i ain't into to swine

After my life force depletes kid ill haunt your dreams bitch,

And these artists don't need me they already rich

Fuck you swine and your bitch randy too

I'm after you bringing traffic through

Fuck you laylow your a bitch with no life

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

You think you tough? than ill slam your bitch ass into granite

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

Ya can't stand it when someone talks shit about ya marijuana hits.

Ill imprison you with my twisted lyrics and scream "fuck your independence!"

Your bitch want to fuck, well that's fine by me

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

Get your bitch over her and believe that ill hit her,

Black vultures, rats roaches, sleep now, the laughs over