This is a song about "Gta knifes girls tv food guns outside booty titty savannah asshole books"

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

Outside i hear girls, birds chiming as well.

But what's on the outside?

She like nigga yeah right

And i didn't just want to grip on your booty

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Women at my pole

Down my head, chest, and asshole,

This ain't gta, grab that ak, brace and run this archaic district/

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

Suckle from the titty of a crack addict

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Focused on the hooks instead of my books

I flash smiles at the mean looks