This is a song about "Who yall think yall frontin on"

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

Yall niggahs gone get it bad

This is oh so much like getting votes

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

Take my picture and put it on yall wall in a frame,

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

My all gold rolly or the

You think that he frontin nigga?

So yall people best be leaving

Light skinned women, all sex everything

I'm on my own shit

Yall so fast with the clip,

Yall think this is a game to fight

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

Cus if your love was all i had

All yall other rappers wack