This is a song about "Awesome teen dope swag bitches gold money"

And have the vatican blastin "bitches and dope"/

She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke

My bitches like to cut the dope, and bag it for a dime and at the same time

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Cuz they made the game about bitches n gold chains

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

My gold and bitches? the way i hold the biscuit?

It should be a fact that i'm dope, cause bitches eat me up like cantaloupe/

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

Anto diss and evolution bar, fucking awesome

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs