This is a song about "Ur bitch"

Take ur place in the backseat,

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

And ur never on his level

Let ur injuries assure u who served u ur victory

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

We got young people's lives at stake

Ur love was always fake

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

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

Ur strength slipping from both hands/

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Am i cheating on this woman if i'm gettin' naked pictures from another

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

Have a ware and look above ur

You ain't more street so go suck your mother