This is a song about "Thirsty niggas"

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

And controversy as hungry as your bitch thirsty

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

Niggas say i'm thirsty , but silent when i got their mom to jerk me, she be beating

Little women be mommas, little niggas ain’t fathers

I'm thirsty for some blood your probably gunna need a big hearse

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

Got it on lock, you just locked out

A bunch thirsty girls in this club look at they throat

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

So all i gotta say is to the thirsty bitches,

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

Start piling up the body count, man im the blood thirsty count,