This is a song about "You da one talking shit bitch don t try and back down when i m in your face"

When i pull out my cock, and slap her in the face.

But you never come when you period is five days

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

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

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Cause bitch, you can try and spit shit or take a hit/

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

I lead on record's dedicaton for makin' better music is now

Bout' those alien girls you met down the pit, talking bout' living in your pants, wow.

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

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Your raps don"t even rhyme!