This is a song about "Sharpies ha"

So we here to the blow the candle out, 1, 2, 3, ha,

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

A twenty somethin cup

Ha i don't give a fuck

// [ha! bitch you get (no love)]

It's just textbook stuff

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

I got ya grandma on my dick (ha ha)

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

And they thought drugs were killing the youth (ha, ha, ha, ha)

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

Ha-ha, you ain't got no chance

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

Speaking for everybody you pushed n' crushed, ha fuck nah!/

Hey bitch,don't judge it now,really. you're askin' for your death day ya.

You admit ya have to amire when i spit "shut it bitch you a liar!" ha!