This is a song about "Stone cold yeah bitch i ll serve it quick"

With these macs i've got a bad habit

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

I serve a dish that will burn the lips of who's turn it is

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Stone cold rhyme, that i spit it in abundance,

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Whatever it is i feel it coming quick

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

Any rhyme that i could give him, serve it back right on a plate

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

Yeah bitch that's nashville, i'm constantly writing bitch i crash ill

Spreadin' shit like salt shakers, on you stone cold fakers,

When you making a difference it's gone be haters