This is a song about "Letting that bitch rip"

All i know is yolo, nigga, that's the motto

Nothing but accapella when you're letting go

Words are weapons, life's a bitch, teach that bitch a lesson,

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

I'm about to rip the head off this little fuckin bitch

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Letting me drown into your tangled up mess that will break us in two

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

Hows that supposed to be a diss bitch,

I make verses multicolored that when deciphered, you rip open the diss cover

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

But i keep that to myself, i never tell and rip the tags.

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks