This is a song about "Making fun of their clothes"

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Blind as blood flows out of your body untill you froze in your soaked clothes,

Me and my microphone could be one

"instead, sniff some of this cocaine, it's fun;

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

The chase has begun, one tonne of fucking fun fun fun,

So i took of her clothes got wet there

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Stop making me insult you more,respect isnt for fun

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

'til the thrill of killing animals was no longer fun.

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

And their only fucking mission is making a billion

But i just wanna know if i speak could you listen