This is a song about "Thots in da dtreet"

So wtf, i’m enemy #1 in da pub

Fun, sucks that i'm too tall for the tub

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

This power, superwoman, in da sky, im feelin fly

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

I diss guys to da skies for being fags in disguise

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

Chillin in da park wit bad bitches in my sight

In fact, you're raps a wack cycle, mine cracks the da vinci code

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Wake da fuck up,solder!tonight we'll have dinner in hell!

Young and dumb as hell, businesses i'm running well

I live on the beach its sunny outside an deskids playin in da heat

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep