This is a song about "Curtis and momo have lots of aids"

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Any other young motherfuckers who hear this need lots of guidance,

Giving aids and hiv to baby mamas, stacking riches,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

There has been controversy and i've seen the lots of news,

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

While i bombard with lots of stuff and that ain't dots of bluff you bitch!

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Lots of them haven't even met me

I’ll make sure we take lots of photos

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes