This is a song about "Who u fuckin"

Ill fuckin eat ya live, u an indian, im the cupboard

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Or the way u live, like everyday is the fuckin end, (singing)

And u still just lil kid...who juz know how to cry yah!

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

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

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

And bitches say bitch like bitch is not offensive

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

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

I probably shoot perfect but i don't even aim, who could u blame.

Fuckin shit, anybody who comes at me can suck my tiny dick

Still got me another deal big as any nigga in music

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

Winning me is the best thing u made but who heard