This is a song about "A masquerade"

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

And then along came the wrong man for her

Like a baby without a diaper

Looking at your money

I'm a grade a o g

This a roaster, bitch

Hit a bitch, gain a stitch

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

Year round asshole, the fuck you season

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

Take a black drink it like you don't need a liver

A store that dosen't get a

Beautiful are thou, africa