This is a song about "You could have my old bitch cause i don t fuck the same bitch"

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

You downs-syndrome syphilitic bitch- you should have feared my viciousness

Hoping that mama would sympathize cause she broke

How the fuck can you call this bitch a bloke

No timeouts homeboy, just one time

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

The opposite of sympathy fuck you and all your problems bitch

I fuck the bitch you came with, and the people you stay with

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

You don;t thin anymore

Wanna fuck em all