This is a song about "Bang that bitch and her friend alcohol weed"

Everyone that met her instantly wanted to be her friend,

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Throw some salt and alcohol on that wound to make it safer

And delete that weed you are

That gal want me ride har

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

Good morning texts from my girl and her friend bitch

I run inside yo sister house and shoot that bitch off in her feet

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

That hands you weed and alcohol

The hotels we staying in twelve star

Let that bitch give me head and kick her out of the damn house

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

That two face bitch that you call your friend these days