This is a song about "Yoko ono"

Face still dry, wasnt born wit shit fuk ya slice of pie

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

Your bars were cheap and far from neat

I keep my money neat takin ladies out for a treat

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

Somethin that cant be helped, we need new leaders to guide them towards the positive

Finger finger bang bang

Playboy, i don't own that man

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

Oh, did i knock them on the streets, line them up neat

Mentally he's less than me, and i'm guessing sweet as sara lee

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Clean teeth so i can meet neat people on the street with sweet feet

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep