This is a song about "Your a cracket"

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

Miley your a bitch spit your shit verse,

Your thought provokes a a common cold

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

She don’t give her nigga head

Through a tube down your neck!

Your lyrics sound like your a handicap

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

Your lucky not a casket

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

I'm a pro your a minor,

Run for cover and return fire

I only proved your a dick

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick