This is a song about "Bitchez at ma doe"

Lookin' at the sky,i prayed to god. hookin' at ma mind, keep seeking lord.

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Ma wars over but ma stress disorder still haunts me without closure

I turned into something they never became

See me stepping through with ma limp and ma cane

But dont go in raw

But that doesn't mean to stress ma

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

Im talkin about more doe

Got so much fucking doe/

Hope you heard that intro

After the club, gettin you open

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Forget ma face and so i can win at the site

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side