This is a song about "Madison ain t got shit"

Bitch i never fold when shit got bloody

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Doctor said i was fine

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

Second song ,second time sayin i ain got time to hate

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

You got reason to brag

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

Even though shit got intense

A coward dies a thousand deaths