This is a song about "Im gonna spit this bar"

If your man can't keep up wit you

Im gonna pay whats due.

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

But im back now this bitch aint gonna stop

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Im liable to spit cold fire

Lucky seven probably poppa

Im do what i wanna,you fools gonna,

Im gonna teach raps nothing without

Now that's six cops found on that ground

Im gonna make this quick dick ight you sick prick imma hit you with a stick

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Im not gonna take this shit now

Bitches ain't around one thou