This is a song about "You goth"

Who do you think you are

Your music in the car

Yes,it's you. rap beats you.

Straight bad bitches i run, through

See you, touch you, hear you

I'll tell you baby that we're through

You got your crew behind you

Watching for the cops that's moving through

You think you are all smart,

Blasting out some backyard

Educate yourselves, of africa

Thinking you bad, thinking you raw?

When you see me you begin you hibernation.

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

You motherfucking denial you a hypocrite you say you perfect?