This is a song about "Chillin and shit pour crystal into my cup them hoes trippin light up cigarette"

I'm all out of beer someone fill up my cup

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Cause i pour blood and tears into the lyrics that i write

Cus what you give me let me know that we'll be alright

Try to go on tour and pour this shit

And you all will respect that

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

My rings, gold, diamond, and crystal glared

Hoes and bros and average joes chillin' like a sick villain,

Nigga there is a difference between bitches and real women

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Played with peoples lives i'll light a cigarette and flick it at you take a picture of your

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes