This is a song about "Tie her up"

Pick her up and then i'll let her wiggle them ass cheeks

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Start beef bigger then your spouse

Tie you up and gag your damn mouth

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Tie the enemy up with the rope step back and hope for a change

Who swore i'd wouldn't live till twentynow they gotta cope

But they'd rather tie me up and let me swing from a rope

Call your girl up and meet her/

You can bring your crew motherfucker

I’m young and wild and i charm our old mother

Drop her, pick her up and tomahawk her/

I go find it and cut it up and tie up the bag

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

Tie each limb up and stretch em on a rack til it breaks

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades