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

Cause you the type of bitch that will trip over a stump,

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Bitch i got extras of supernumeraries, line after line features the exact same rhyme,

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

Fucked up, hating ass areas in the world

Shut the fuck up bitch! you just got served!

Dont force out the fuck yous little bitch

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

So sit the fuck down before i blow you our of existence bitch.

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

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

Fuck you, bitch, imagine me bitch, i had feed myself with tree mosses

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush