This is a song about "Dogs girls money cars ass gas whiplash"

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

My rhymes bleeding, so fast they get whiplash

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

But he's not civil, atb'll make your girls ass jiggle

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

They took her by the throat, we front in here for dope

Make yo ass choke on the gas that i wrote/

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors

Still found a way to get pretty ass girls