This is a song about "Ill kill you little bitch"

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

You a fake little girl cause you just a dumb bitch

I'm just trying to focus

You little bitch knows who it is?

Bitch ill fuck you up; call your body guards.

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Real shit, twisted and sick feel me bitch? ill kill ya quick im itchin to put

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Salute me, game: invented it, and you can't get no membership, little bitch

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

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

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

You think you god now you half assin rap little faggot bitch

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Go back in time and kill you with your umbilical cord, bitch