This is a song about "Put mac in your mova mouth"

Spit a poem or a diss before in your mouth i piss

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

Champagne is on the house, cocaine is in your mouth, your neck is knotted

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

My bullet will get stuck in your mouth

Before i put this mac to your ear like a telephone

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

The rest is in my mouth, including your girls breast

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Put your shit in the blueprint

Real nigga, that's just how i'm built

Here mother fucker how do you like bacon now, when i stomp your teeth so you can't even shout

Your not the great so don't ever put the king in your mouth, 1st round ko ding ding and im out

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

In your mouth everyday and tel me you remember what