This is a song about "Based god fuck my bitch"

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

My felonies are all based in memories

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

Fuck around bought my bitch a mac

Bitch, try to fuck with me

It ain't hard to make money

You think you god now you half assin rap little faggot bitch

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

Pimp nigga's hating on my swag bitch fuck you

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

My polo cost ends, and bitch i'm dolo, fuck friends, so all who dont know

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Bougie girl, grab my hand, fuck that bitch she don’t wanna dance

God is in my life every sunday im in the steeple, i fuck girls while theyr bent in the fetal,

The hate and the evil that you gave mei shine as a reminder of what you've done to my people