This is a song about "Who u fuckin"

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

A little fuckin pissant who tried to scare me and failed

Fuckin' punk you racist cops who shrug it off and call 'em things,

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

Ass-clappin' standing on applauding the effort

Winning me is the best thing u made but who heard

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

But the good die young and bad slow so i hope u die fuckin slow cause uve made us feel so fuckin low

Knew you who threw du ewe yu due que crew true u two drew u lu rue

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

Who writes trash raps not knowin just who he's fuckin with"

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

Okay u are a gay who look at glee.

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Who believes that shit you're spittin? fuckin no one dude