This is a song about "Wit cha"

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

Nizer than the fagots that cha ever had

Except wit no title

Ok just listen up a little

What preceded was the clue

Never ever fuk wit chu

You messin wit da truth,

Yeah, look here i pay dues

But it's my life or your life, and i'mma bomb first

Vaccines can't protect cha from the rap dean's infectious tech burst

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

And take mama wit cha, cause despair don't do nothin but bite

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

And a 'please to meet cha' when they reach in, the deep ends of your knee pants

Deranged just like a satanist, the ways that it betrays my wit

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot