This is a song about "16 bars and is over"

The news is applauding them trodding over the rotten corpses

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Burn and know i'm all over your masters master, but hazardous,

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Because of drugs that have taken over our ghettoes and hoods,

Rhyming over reason, is the season, its my philosophy

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

I was tired at first, tired of thirst, and getting fucked over

Well look, if you don't talk, i mean these sessions are going to go slower

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

And this drunk white girl is already all over me

See there no place better than the state of my mind

Look over to my side and a bitch is what i find