This is a song about "Leave ugly bitch"

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Then i will cut a bitch up an then leave them in the hood

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Telling themselves they ugly

Unlike your bitch ass, leave you with whip lash

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

Bitch you look fuckin ugly with yo ass fulla snuff

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Can't wait for my graduation bitch so i can finna leave the bitch

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Or whatever religion you believe in, bitch you walking on thin ice and i'ma leave

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

Part two and it only gets more ugly,

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Beat the bitch up and leave faster than a rocket engine