This is a song about "You pussies"

Pussies think im vile, but you know its my style

I never smiled as a juvenile

Got the flow that make you pussies hate, second date, i inflate

I'm a winner, fish in my crib, i got a winter lake

On my twitter writing raps, at the same damn time

These pussies are pushing it, ‘bout to cross to the line.

I gotta tell you right now

Before i make pussies meow

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Baby, ain't saying names but we not the same

Post your response so we can see how pussies really suck up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

For now everything just seem so right

To run and hide, now your pussies fried