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

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

But scum like this worked up storybook gangsta

I try to tell them i'm one of the

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

Bitches and hoes, yo, get smothered underneath the snow,

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

He turned into your everyday gangsta

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

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

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

Gangsta life,i got too much bitches to kill

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill