This is a song about "Rachel the slag"

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Thinking about you, you slag

Nigga, fuck the world

The sequel to the first

The bigger the the fun

So now she picks up the gun

I bring the heat like the

Thug for life nigga

I'm a son of gun

You're the snow, i'm the sun

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

I'll smash the cunt, and tell him to have a blunt before i slag him off