This is a song about "My haterid for someone"

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Someone call the medics, my rhyme is deadly

Is this what you want is for someone that you did care about leaving you?

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Whenever someone brings up that topic my heart gets cut like wood

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

And you're waiting for someone to come and pick you up/

'specially after my girlfriend stuck her tongue on someone else's dick,

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music

Don't wait for someone else to blow like you was patients.

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

And if someone sayin that to my homies we hit em with right hooks