This is a song about "Piching a tent"

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

When you feel like this

Spit a poem or a diss

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

I set up these rhymes like a tent.

Weight of the world on up a tent pole

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Any thing to say a a a a a a

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

Sleepin' on the floor of a tent in bitter pain.

Like a baby without a diaper

I'm gettin discouraged with her

I'm a pro your a minor,

Jt: didn't get a gift for her