This is a song about "Who s that chick"

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

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

That´s when i started to rhyme words at the navy

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

That s protein rich/im a monster i conquer with a mic n a stick/real nice

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

But you my side chick, side dick, so i guess that makes you my bitch

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

Rep middle east, ninja beastlier than the one flick that chick hudgens in

All i need is the notepad

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.