This is a song about "Getting drunk with hitler"

But we should be body to body

With the hoes getting sloppy oddly cocky

Getting bored with this industry,

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Days consist of getting payed/ getting bred with my team

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

You're so drunk take a nap on your bunk, you’re dealing with stuntman, so be aware

Like chris paul with clips of all your bitches getting triple holed.

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

Feels like getting stabbed in the back with shards of glass

More deadly to the blacks than hitler was with the sleep gas

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

Diligently getting lifted with piff and a quick swig of gin

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position