This is a song about "You got an small ass"

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

The last time you came at me an got hit with defeat

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

We got no time for pussy ass rhymes, take your shit back an resite your lines,

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

I stalk you to crap cos i got an evil license...

And plus i've got the grass you lack, niggas, i be grabbing ass,

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

You lames can't stop me you know i got an arsenal,

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Now you grew up like an ass hat because the hatred has engulfed you

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

My sick rhymes got you woozy yo, an automatic oozy flow