This is a song about "You got my leftovers"

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Cuz i got better things to do then rap with you, got my own path

Baby you got my heart feelin constricted

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

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

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

You got head from my girl? yea rite. you wish

Thug shit, i keep a beamed out fifth

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

Now my dicks got a rash i need you to care for

Cause you loving the way my ollie got pop

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

My infecting virus got you spluttering disease.

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

When you see my life you think that i've got it made