This is a song about "Alice is a prosy"

Bitch got all them booty shots

This is just a few bars

I'm hoping i confess

His life is a complete mess

I sip malice, from a gold chalice, sittin' smokin' in the rabbit hole with alice.

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Then lost her faith again

Bitch this is not a game

This is a catastrophe

Third ward general, young cash money

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Is when a person has a artistic skill

I'm doing the same thing

Is it a curse or blessing