This is a song about "Fre h"

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

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

I'm a fucking rap god, niggas going wear me being crucified on the cross and

Then you got to pacing off the place seething, to the racy bar you'd since fre-quent

And the only block he's reppin' is a h-block cell

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

If she acting wrong , young h give her act right

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

Got in more trouble as i got up that age

Gonna be up high, no vitamin h

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

[h] hone the hideous image hidden, of being homeless,

If she acting wrong , young h give her act right

We been down for too long but that's alright