This is a song about "Uveals is back on the mic i m a puy up a fight ima pound your moms snatch and pass"

The fourth one, i like to kick around

You a bitch, i send you to the pound,

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Winding up left next to the back door after a fight that left your muscles tore

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

Ima take a minute to sit back and pause a second

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

There's a cut, turn around sit on the ground while i pound on your face with

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

On the mic i fight till death i'm a sick fighter

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

They got off, and started to smite, i dodged, heartened to fight, armed with a mic