This is a song about "Ur bitch"

That scary love, never get married love

Ur in over ur head, bitch your tactics are useless

I'm hurtin ur feelins and burnin ur ass ur fragile like glass

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Ur jaw drops when u get hit with a sawn off on the streets and mangled bitch

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

And call ur bitch never reveal your songs or tell em what u did

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

Of dust n feud ur #smoked n #played like #cigs n #blues bitch ya doomed

And ur never on his level

I'm mental, it's instrumental

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Fuck you little pussy ur cheeks are pink, 218 bitch.

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

Rip ur head from ur neck and laugh as ur body twitches like terretes,bury ur