This is a song about "Golfing and banging sluts"

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Shut up sluts! and ride on my skateboard!

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Banging on the back door,

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Banging bitches on my walls

Hands and feet i'm securing, eating you alive i'm wolfing, i'm on par but i ain't golfing

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

And your neighborhood is infested with sluts and crack addicts,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song//

I know the world gets cold and the days get long

Roast to dusk, i don't give two fucks like cloned celibate sluts

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

After them sluts are thrashed call the next few up and bring em while these are leaving