This is a song about "Guide"

He signed up for a trip with a guide

Not only had the fiend died

Get the ass shots right

But the guide seemed decide

Fucking two bad bitches, at the same damn time

Find the kinds of signs that guide to know, it's mine

Be wise, don't hide, guide me, risk the ride

I hope she's goin' home with me tonight

Cide, my thoughts to guide,

Can't pop fly, i get my socks tied

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

Grab the bong and hit it like a spiritual guide

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Go run and hide before i let the beretta guide through your mind

Watchin the cops roll byit ain't easy... that's right

Little knew the boy, that the guide lied