This is a song about "Marry had a little lam"

But another man had come to his little window shopper,

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Would i rap fast or slow or a little of both, i had to think.

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Marry a model and pop an awful lot of bottles,

Mary had a little lamb, it's fleece was bathed in blood,

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Everytime i think of you, even a little

These hoes ain't checking for no nigga with no vehicle

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

My mothers family had a plan/ marry this black man/ work your

While syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men

Weepin like a little kid u had your chances if hadn't wasted them

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

When i was little i had it all planned out