This is a song about "When i walk off in that bitch ima look like a lick"

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I don't give a damn when you look

Succeed indeed im thief in the streets, when im with a bitch its like a fatty

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

I say fuck off and walk off

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

Sometimes i think im going too fast that ima end up in a collision,

You look like a little aryan manwhore bitch

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

But when i jizzed she wouldn't lick

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

I run inside yo sister house and shoot that bitch off in her feet

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Look me in the eye asshole not with that ran off stare