This is a song about "Your a looser"

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Fuck, your a comedian, im gone, your red

Your body with a spike

Ha! you know what they like

Throw your body in a ditch

My swagger's straight through the roof, bitch

She got that good good

But now your under a hood

Your a faggot fuckin dyke

But if i die tonight

Blackberry and t phone

After your names on a tombstone

Pure as a diamond, your angel, your muse,

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

That’s only if they handle

Your a horse without a saddle