This is a song about "All the eay"

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

All say they in the game,all liars,all lame.

Cause this album pack enough evil

He make the bitches all marvel

I regret all the laughing

I love the way you're standing

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

I'm the money who destroyed them all

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

Theres blood all over the ground

Baby, let me give you a call

And the most fucked up thing of all,

The fact that it's all bogus

Rub the wood and ima show em love

All the force that i know,

Bad bitches get low