This is a song about "Ur flooish"

Ur in over ur head, bitch your tactics are useless

Stacey dash type, i'm cheatin' and they clueless

Ur a hansaw, and your toothless,

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

Marijuana smoke doesn't damage ur mind

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Cuz ur the only reason

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Ur strength slipping from both hands/

If you ever feel alone and

Make sure ur seatbelt is fastened

Polygamy when ur thirty seems pretty

God mc oh my god you gotta see

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

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