This is a song about "Who u fuckin"

U r the ass who made me learn...

Guess i see it's my turn

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

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

Used to call me the african don dada

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

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

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

I killed my manager with an iron

Girl like u mess with boy who earn...

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

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

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

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

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

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