This is a song about "Robert bitch"

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit,

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Consequences hurt and karma's a bitch

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

Patrick...the main attraction bitch

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit

And you all will respect that

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

Our relationship was like a bad poem, robert frost

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

With g's in my pocket

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,