This is a song about "Nigga got ugly thots"

Part two and it only gets more ugly,

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

He's nervous got a nigga exploring

And getting money is the song i sing

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

But they got a nigga bonded up like the 19th century

Tell these thots to go blow the frank

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

They think they've got me fooled but nigga i've done reconnaissance,

So you can see why they mad, look at they status

Be woken up and face it, that y'all got ugly faces

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

And tell the ugly ones, i'm sorry, i've got cheddar to make