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

I’ll make sure we take lots of photos

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

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

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Lots of these rappers did mothers, didn't they have h. i. v?

You can call me a prison, cuz i got lots of bars

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Takin lots of portraits

Toke lots and hope cops

Where would i be without my dogs