This is a song about "Somebody i like that don t like me back"

Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Actually i like a broad that can help me sing along

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Half your body laying on my chest

Like somebody is puting me to a test