This is a song about "Hitman holla"

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Holla at the g-o-d before you d-i-e,

Then you're screwed like bottle caps, holla back and listen,

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Notable, holla back at my initials

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually

You need money holla at ya boy honey

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line

Go like i never seen a red light shine

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough

Hand me a microphone, and watch the crowd just holla, yo,