This is a song about "Whit your dather"

Ill cut your thtroat, chop your head and pluck out your eyes,

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

So she takes some whit pills and says so long

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

Your family, your friends,

To increase my ends

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Balling, but it’s not a game

She like dudes whit lotto money from flippin lotta birds

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks