This is a song about "Pussy money bitches"

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

Bonin' bitches; coerce, eatin' wet pussy surf n' turf

Aight so yall niggas gonna talk about pussy, bitches, and gays

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

I love corpses, abortion, distortion, bitches who pussy all contorted

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

It's obvious i'm crazy

She say you got a pussy!

Let me rideuntil i get free

I think you're a pussy

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Kitty cornered now you're hissing pussy

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

I look like a freakin' wuss, a pussy

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free