This is a song about "Whole suad on that wild shit"

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

And that shit gives them more reason, but you rage battles on,

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

When we first met we were on that facebook shit

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

Every line,that i ever spit,and have to re shit on that shit,

I used to want to be the messiah of rap

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Money wild i'm on the hunt

But nah, he is quite different

Shit, spending days facing spliffs, on a been there done that basis shit

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

All of the drama and shit that was on its shoulders

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

On whole new level of offensive,

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says