This is a song about "Quit your bitchin"

Go on walk away quit, your done your shit

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

Quit your posing, bitch this ain't a image or picture

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Its your hit, hey its your hit, man i wanna quit

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

I flit words in the speed of light, your raps ain't tight so quit rapping tonight

You quit your job, you look lost i think your losing the plot

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Starting to bang your head slightly against the door thinking man i should quit

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit