This is a song about "You twat"

See you, touch you, hear you

It's really not an issue

Thinking about you, you slag

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

Talking shit because he knows for a fact his whack, ill steal ya missus an tongue her twat,

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

Wolf gang, triple six crew

No thank you, just fuck you,

She prayed on me passing that bar

When you know that you are

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

You know you wanna quit

But that’s just life, where i’m from

I shocked you now you numb

Watching for the cops that's moving through

You expect me to respect you?