This is a song about "Couple of guys want me dead"

A couple of hookers, nice ass

Your life is a product of trash

What a perfect couple my friends told me

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

They all want a piece of me, but this is

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

He could be disguised as one of your very own guys

All i want is a couple fucking dollars and a sandwich

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

You guys disagree with me, lets debate it

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Go inside the mind, you will find the mine