This is a song about "Your a thot"

And if you love substance you'll love wale

Laylow your a fail, your flows stale,

And girl you damn right

Your a faggot fuckin dyke

Pure as a diamond, your angel, your muse,

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

She's a thot i guessed i learned the truth the hard way

Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day

Your lyrics sound like your a handicap

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

Yeah you know i got that work

Because your a sick bastard

Your a horse without a saddle

Lady at the frank stand will