This is a song about "Your mother fucker"

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Yak! mother fucker, yak! pull the glock back, finger tap,

Left us in gutter u stupid mother fucker

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Go off on every mother fucker i see

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

I wish a mother fucker would try me,

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

Picture this: picking kicks out of foot locker

This mother fucker must be some gutter revolver

I'm feeling lusted but i'm disgusted mother fucker get gusted!

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

I'm a insane mother fucker, yes in the brain,

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain