This is a song about "Most boys beat her"

Bitch, they call it motor city

Boys tell me they love me

Notice me for who i am, going headstrong as a determined ram. no capacity for

Found a new rich nigga on the spot, whispering to his boys hold up, man did you see her interior?

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

A dollar and tell her to stop it i don't fuhh with boys like

When her father would beat her and her brother like he had an unquenchable thirst

They're gonna grow up and be just like the rest of the sheep in the world

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

I stay short with my boys, kick facts an murder this beat with some sick raps,

So tell em parappa the rapper nigga rap harder

Most say i cut her, but few remember i loved her

I beat up ya wifey, find me drumming on her spine.

I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints