This is a song about "Your pussycat stinks"

Come here i’m about to take you higher

Your on fire.. your on fire

Telling me that life stinks, he craves a gun;

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

How could i drink with ya if you brought a couple stinks with ya

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Keep me a bitch with some sexy thighs

Lucky seven probably poppa

Leave your running to your mamma,

Don't want to be the king

Your over worrying

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

They think they bring that pain

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Your on fire.. your on fire