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

Mama, fuck you, little bitch, mood swings, now i'm grounded?

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

Don't worry bitch i won't kill you fast with my trusty gun

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Bitch ill fuck you up; call your body guards.

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

You spiteful little bitch taking 12 inch dicks

Sixteen bars to kill a rapper? bitch, you do the math.

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

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

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

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

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

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