This is a song about "She is a pretender"

All i hear is irritation, she even pulled out a walker

Whether it's god almighty, or the almighty dollar

That she trully is a winner, tell then i know that flame wont flicker,

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Is she happy is she angry or confused

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

To remain the bitch she is,

And weather or not she likes me is still a blur

Knew i would kill the game, premeditated murder

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

Yo bitch is so ugly, with makeup she a five