This is a song about "Youre mom"

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

But youre are lyrics just shit and youre rapping sucks my dick

Then lost her faith again

You think youre lil wayne

Loud addition purple patch

Youre a burning match

Youre all pawns of the thing at large

Cause, when i talk they don't just watch

Youre next, so check my dialect and buy a vest or youre wrecked

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Let's put it on cruise control

And youre no longer whole.

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Youre an obstruction, complete dysfuction made from -corruption

"oh pretty good likin when youre in it"

But you're loving mine i am the shit