This is a song about "Ca h"

[h] hone the hideous image hidden, of being homeless,

It set in stone in these poems there ain’t nothing bogus

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

If she acting wrong , young h give her act right

That's why you'll find her on the floor

Till i ca nt take no more

Get that h-i cus c simeon got risin stock/

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

Not #h or a #king but ill #hit a #pedigree

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free