This is a song about "Mis ha"

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

Slowly cut your voice box, so your screams will get quiet ha

Ive got reputations to slaughter in no specific order when they aplaud ha,

Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the lawbitches i fuck with a passion, i'm livin' rough and raw

Educate yourselves, of africa

I got ya grandma on my dick (ha ha)

And they thought drugs were killing the youth (ha, ha, ha, ha)

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

No insulators to make you try to climb out as gladiators! (ha?)

Ha bitch swerve cuz i just lied

Which you know i'm different, right

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

When the money is due, you've already spent it on you, ha,