This is a song about "Ion fuck wit you no more"

Ion know but just have a clue of whatever you do

Let's get off the phone and we can speak when i see you

That's what rains for

You could give a fuck more

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

You wanna mess wit me, you got no chance_no stance,

I am in the firecracker mode dont fuck wit me alone you fuckin wit me alone

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

You fuck around wit a real savage

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

But ion show no love g

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

Tryna battle wit no wits

Fuck you wit that notin but an utter lie

In the lambo looking like a fly