This is a song about "Bakersfield guns drugs invocations bad credit"

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

And we ride rotten, 2 choppers found dirty sirens

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

I don't rap to get the women or respected, fuck the credit.

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

No credit card... yet i still got late fees

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

We bustin' like shot guns

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

While guys were wastin time credit

Apologetic forget it give credit

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans