This is a song about "Mad bitches who aint shit"

Aint this shit easy, talkin big shit

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

And knock billiards out of your business, ya bitch

Aint trying to front its the smoke that's mad me rich

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

Aint no fucking way the stop me now bitches,

I’m just a flowing white boy who has mad haters

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

He’s tha only one

Oh shit, they aint got none

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

All these haters who mad and be nagging at me

Now i know a lotta styles, some see