This is a song about "Guiness and dr"

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Dr. dre, don't just stand there, operate!

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

But then the dr. told with confidence what to expect.

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Dr. dre, don't just stand there, operate!

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

She can only live for the moment

And remember what i said and

I was like dr. dre, though, i have to laugh

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Theraphy sessions with my self, dr. mims its time to go slower