This is a song about "Kyle siobhan your ma fit last night"

With stacked rhymes that smack minds right back into last night

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

I fucked your girlfriend last night, did she tell you

Brah lynching cuz you're fat like your ma.

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Ma last message fellow : you don't need a mic

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick

Talk shit get hit, got your chick screamin it won’t fit

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

Things happen like a puzzle and it was your turn to fit

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

I thought told you bitches last night via fist fight

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Worked all night to fit these into lines