This is a song about "Ur a scum"

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

A whole world flawed from ur hurt paw as ur cold sore when u thawed

I'll put a fukn bullet straight through ur dome

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

Cause ur face is manly, like a horse, yelling nay

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Ur a spartan at battle n your dumbass aint got a shield

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

So ur getting hunt down like a cougar,

Then me and ur girl be in a mercedes/

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

Probably banging in your sister with my children swimming in her system

Id probably use anything that inflicts pain on these backward scum

Oh you mad ‘cause i’m stylin’ from the city of power

So type ur best n i'll fry ur set take a minute n hour