This is a song about "Guys with hardwork"

Sky high, iced out paradise

Why didn't i kill those fucking guys..

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Let the good times roll with my allies, bangin' out with italians, wise guys,

Fuck the guys, y'all suck, surprise.

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Glasses, go back to stripping for guys with slim d's!

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please

And it’s over for powder ‘cause they movin’ them pills

And i got guys with eyes so dead they look to me for their thrills

You got with other guys, i see that as treason/

And last but not least please don't tell no one

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell

Going out with different guys and i could tell

Boy in a flash its like you start to replace him

Mama whip with 5 of my guys, 4 holdin'