This is a song about "H to the omo"

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

To reality and to the facts

I'm a g; like the letter before h

While half my mental belongs in a cage

Not #h or a #king but ill #hit a #pedigree

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

The paper to the pen.

Then to try to chase these men

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

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

That reminds the blind to dress to the nines head to toe

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

Bitch, they call it motor city

But i can't stop like r h c p

If she acting wrong , young h give her act right

Listen, i said we gonna have a good time tonight