This is a song about "Chrisy b best rappa in town"

Better make sure you fuck your girl right ‘fore i dick her down

Everyone already knows me, got the best weed in town

Cause when i'm in your town i'm trying to smoke up

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

In this segregated town, and see i find that hate degrading,

That's, that's the only way i know how to hold it down

No dough she was broke as she blowed the clowns on the roads in town

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

I get dressed in my sunday best

Your bitch texted me, wants it now so i had to knock her down

No dough she was broke as she blowed the clowns on the roads in town

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Im respected in my town , because i earned it