This is a song about "That crazy chick in front of me"

Im lookin at the moment, bullets pass in front of me, in slow motion

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

A brown zombie appeared in front of me hoping it could have a feast

To show off my bars pick apart the carcass of deceased

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Sits in front of the tv, buries her nose in the pad

I'mma make it rain trick

That why is baddest chick

24's on that escalade and ya' chick in the back, gettin' laid,

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

Staircase in front of me,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home

Are laying out in front of me, but anyways, we're roses grown,

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Put the words in front of my face and tell me how to relay it,