This is a song about "U s a"

U aint paid u broke, this boards turnin to a joke/

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

You have been begging for a pair of 110s

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

If ive told u once i told u a thousand times,

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

That s protein rich/im a monster i conquer with a mic n a stick/real nice

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Welcome to the dirty south,we don't have 40's it's a 30 ounce

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

The bitches is everything in between

Seems like there s a killer on the scene

U thought me a fool,u sit in a pool..

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool