This is a song about "The hate i have for a chick"

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

For the life i had to live/ have a dad , but he was black/

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

And since you are the baddest chick i guess i am the navy

And if the chick in my way and hate then the hoe get killed

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

I hate to rhyme a word twice, my soul was his for the taking,

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

That was just the beginning it's not over

Bitch i'm bout a chick, i went and crashed the rover

I would hate for you to be stranded at the laundry mat, i got your back

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

I hate your whole demeanor, here to end you for good like i'm the grim reaper.

I guess i can steal your chick

If his bitch insist on getting sick