This is a song about "Your a bich"

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Your thought provokes a a common cold

Say she told her i wouldn’t shit

Your lucky not a casket

Probably be dirt rich and worthless

Ur a hansaw, and your toothless,

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Pure as a diamond, your angel, your muse,

Pop a bullet in your chest,

Carol city or was it the west

Your in a pile of dirt

Rappers please step forward

Through a tube down your neck!

God bless the dead

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

Quit your job call your boss a slob who needs a wash