This is a song about "Shit his ass on sight"

With his funny ass laugh and his fuckin shitty ass hair,

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

I'm just telling you on sight what it seems to me

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Watch it snap on his neck and laugh at his ass

So i cut off his balls and stole his fuckin sight.

This is everything that we call hype

'cause it's like you took a shit on his chest

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

It's nothing to deny for having such a mind, i'll be having y'all in mind

Shutting faggots on his obtuse lacking habits. i bet my shit now recognized

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

He told me to fucking kill you in cold blood right on sight