This is a song about "She hate guys"

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

Her last nigga cheated just like the other guys

To intercept the bad guys intentions.

I never fit in with them light skins

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

Smashed her to bits, she must hate me...

Never miss these things, see my game precise

Its the difference between wise men and wise guys

And keep away from clients this bad guys

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

Making the guys who belong silent

And bijies like im out and

I'm a winner , bags for disposing guys,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice