This is a song about "Who s that chick"

Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

Your bro ain't that much different than a chick

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

24's on that escalade and ya' chick in the back, gettin' laid,

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

I don't think it is there fault they are all mislead, i evoke fear in there hearts

Lets talk about history..in the 70's morrison once said, that killers lack huge parts

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

Where people run on the scene and people don't see your vision

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

That´s not what we taught you, you swore an oath

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery