This is a song about "H"

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

H!yeah my friends aren't the best influences, but they provide me the most

[h] hone the hideous image hidden, of being homeless,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

I'm a g; like the letter before h

With foreign names, valet the range

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

Get that h-i cus c simeon got risin stock/

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,

Whatever you like, it's whatever tonight

If she acting wrong , young h give her act right

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

And the only block he's reppin' is a h-block cell