This is a song about "Alice is a prozzy"

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake

This is a rap bout how real my life is

The emergency room, gettin stitches

We popping bottles, it don't stop

My rap is like a gunshot

Love will have you stuck

Her love is like a drug

Like water is to a tree,

And my kick game beyond crazy

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

"contemplate", i wrote about her