This is a song about "The postmans tampon"

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

The more battles the better the flows

Play the game nigga

I bring the heat like the

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

In earth, as it is in heaven

The bigger the the fun

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

You bitch'll need a tampon by the end of this little song

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Ill make you bleed so much you'll need a tampon

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john