This is a song about "Shit singers"

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

A bunch a singers and sinners

Blubber and shit in the cupboard and shit

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Years that held nothing but brand new fears, feeling more of my sanity disappear.

Losing affection between my fingers, bashing on singers, whos lyrics lingers in my ear,

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

With g's in my pocket

Find yourself in serious shit"

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

I swear they talking shit

Razor grips, laser spit

Pssh you a p.i.e.c.e of shit

And that's jay line i had to quote that

She crazy, that stalker shit