This is a song about "Weak ass bitches"

I battle your weak-ass for any fucking price,

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

My verve asleep, but verses averse to weak

Gluteus is in the air make sure that bitches ass is up

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Some excedrinto get rid of conception

Fake ass bitches twerkin for attention

Spit that flame leave you weak bitches burnt like toast

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

My verve asleep, but verses averse to weak

But bitches down in your berserk ass, pounding your balls as it drips the tears

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Death is in my dreams, death makes you weak bitches scream,

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen