This is a song about "Sparta left unhealthy boys to die"

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

Leaving them to die in spite

But they just ran away,when they heard siren noise

First i stack some money, then go to war with them boys

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

Simply out of this world by choice

Man these bitches got unhealthy kitchens

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Mami... she open, she open

And, boys try to pull a fast one

My nigga for life though

Never to the left i go

You're 'bout to fuckin' meet him, homie, shut up and zip it boys,

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

Leaving her behind i admit left me wishing i would die.

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie