This is a song about "Kevin got no bard"

Killa never let the drama slide

Youve got no where to hide

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Coz u ain't got no use

And you aint got no breasts

I like rollin' with friends

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

I ain't got no money,

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

As kevin federlines,you just saying whatever rhymes and im better times

X's and o's, you must be the rose

You niggas aint got no hoes

But me and kevin know that this talent is just a blessing

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring