This is a song about "Pussies gors and comes"

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

-zi when it comes to rap and jottin' down shit, formulatin' plots,

Once a date, then comes a plate and i can't operate,

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

Mr. teen and mr. t with a mouth full of powder

When i flip y'all pussies hide and cower

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

And when that 16th minute comes then i won't hate myself

Half your body laying on my chest

And burn in hell when it comes to an end.

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

She comes and follows me on my trips

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

If guns is for pussies i'd still pull out that smith and wesson