This is a song about "Pussies gors and comes"

And then comes the time, he starts coughing,

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Nothing good comes out of religion, and yes im gonna hate

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

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

And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven

My flow is forever yours comes and goes.

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

When a 4 by 4 comes crashing into your skull and furthermore

Sabotage, i love how you keep coming back for more

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

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Reach for the door, get your access denied

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

And pussies i'm still slappin'

You're uncool like my mother kin