This is a song about "Mi novia es un puta de mierda"

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Or the un elevated that was hated and mistreated

Wolf gang, triple six crew

Un wearable by you

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

Battle ten of ya bitc*es and come out just fine

Fakes try to put me on de-frost, they be glossed,

The skin is thick, no need for leather, your father called

The pigs fly away in the morning

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

Gonna nuke these bitches like i'm kim-jong un

I'm fed up, we gotta start teach the children