This is a song about "Doggies and kitties"

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

He's eyes follow like when kitties follow laser pens, [ehehehe] so fun,

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Nightmare on any street

And kill yourself and your clique

I'm modest, and humble

And inhospitable,

Living young and wild and free

It's obvious i'm crazy

I pray the lord my guns to keep

They laugh and scream and leap

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron