This is a song about "Your pussycat stinks"

Your last image is you seeing your wife

Before we see it's hard to live

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

My buzz is like cocaine

You, you, you have to pay for that

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

And when i start to rise

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Shout out bieber and nicki

This aint your town, this aint your city

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Leave your running to your mamma,

Lucky seven probably poppa

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

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