This is a song about "Guns hoes bitches crip blood gangsta"

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

Let it rain let it flood let a crip kill a blood

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

But scum like this worked up storybook gangsta

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I hate bitches snitches stab them with syringes throw em in ditches and holes fuck hoes/

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss

Gangsta life,i got too much bitches to kill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

You ain't a crip like snoop you ain't a blood like game

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again