This is a song about "Whit guys"

About disaster in the world and

Making the guys who belong silent

He hit me on aim, i respond, he replies

I'm a winner , bags for disposing guys,

Deceiving the heads with prices. i'm one of the big guys.

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

She like dudes whit lotto money from flippin lotta birds

I emit confusion with my whit i'll have you trippin, help i've sunken

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

She's flawless like some uncut ice

And keep away from clients this bad guys

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

I'm amused when they try, i stay confusing these guys