This is a song about "Teri maa ki choot"

Cut me like bacon i'll cut you up like leeks

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Rap was his only hope, like weapons shooting, seconds moving

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Sights set on the world and my finger on the trigger

Still dreaming up ways to help you niggas die quicker

I know you're mad, but so what

But you make me open up

I gotta a mic so you better run

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter

Left with nothing but eternal fire

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

Well lemme tell you somethin, you might got mo' cash then me

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

Maybe my next line could be fuck the bloody po po