This is a song about "Were ya at"

If you were pinocchio you'd blow coke until ya nose broke.

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

I'm pissed and wanna throw my fist at ya

Our nation have to bow, africa

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

Its not a miss but a perfect hit and kissed at ya

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Sickness coming at ya but ya already dead

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

Talked to my homies bout ya like you were my wife

When my words were aimed at your feet

Indubitably i'm too street

I'm not gonna lie their were fine girls, i'm telling ya

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

Attacking women at nightfall, you were fully coked up