This is a song about "Tearing up the clit"

Here i go again, searching for love

Tearing this beat up, tough tough,

Categorize as clit venom;

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Ain't get my message, was no signal when i was texting

Parkside productions growing up even got our own hood tearing

That's why i'm tearing 'em, and carrying the message of truth,

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

They don't have the guts to spit the rhymes,tearing my shirts has got their lines,