This is a song about "Try me bitche nigga"

Than the muse of a family

Shit nigga, lemme do me,

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

Dont try to judge me dude

Try me, battle me. crybaby, wannabe.

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

So i dare a nigga come try and hit me

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

So when you try diss me don't try cos you'll piss me

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

Try to call me (try to call me)

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

My all gold rolly or the

Nigga you wish you know me

The good kid from the ugly city