This is a song about "Nicoles a slag"

Influences are a dime a dozen

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Coroners comfort your mama

Yup you got a lot a

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

Called me a slag but look who you talk to,

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

My voice make her wet

Just a warning not a threat

She caught up in my love triangle

Your a horse without a saddle