This is a song about "Single pringle ready to mingle"

Throw your gun in tha air

No need to shed a single tear

I say bye to every single one of my pals

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Baby i am professional

Who comes here to mingle when their single

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

And single moms were doing drugs, kids had nothing to eat,

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Are you ready to get rattled,

Another love song about shit

I'm strapped, loaded and ready to blow it

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

Ready to rumble, shout not mumble,

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

Single mothers doing crack and drinkin' to drown their sorrow,