This is a song about "Fuck dese hoes i dont need em"

I dont need the jewelry to shine bright

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

Cheese/ fuck the paypa , ill do my time , your money i dont need / so when

But i treat hoes like credit collecters when they call i don't answer em

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

And i dont need your apology or sympathy,

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Understand i dont need a weapon

I dont really suck, just need some improvement.

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Thanks but i dont really need your diagnosis

Im the souths slaughterhouse dont doubt whatchu aint thought about, i dont bring em

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again