This is a song about "Spit heat bitches and dog treats"

Bitches pay for a photo,spit fire, komoto

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

And your grieving because you were fucking screwed dog…

Ain't scared of shit, got dog treats in my locker

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

The revolution will proceed

And you know i got the heat.

U look pathetic and smell like some dog shit

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

These dog bitches hungry

It ain't hard to make money

You bitches just spit so much hate

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

And god forbid i see a wizard and get a brain in my titanium cranium dog

I will pivot for digits but i'm not morphing into something i'm not just for a shot to the top,