This is a song about "Your a girl"

And i feared that my fans say i failed

"hey girl, i like your face. and i want a taste"

Just a skinny white girl,

And he, what's his name, earl

Welcome to fagville, population: you, and your girl at the motel. isn't life a hell?

Show me some happiness again, i'm going blindi spend my time in this cell, ain't living well

You cant get a deece girl, your stuck with skanks, my weeds danks,

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Saw your girl got a taste and hurled up color like butter cup

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

This a mad world, and im mad max,you a bag girl,your raps are mad whack

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

Picking off you mc's, i'm sherman, you all kaepernick, your girl had a dirty muff,

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

Youv never been a threat,you cant even get your girl wet, so you start a duet,