This is a song about "Ho s and bitches"

And you get red, then blow the fuck up like a muhfuckin tomatoe, ho

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

Reputation is vital when you facin your rival

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

If she don't speak english she can't say no, and it's only stealing if you're fucking a ho.

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

Of bad bitches and good tree

So now she picks up the gun

And that´s how it has begun

Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Oh its over whole time she knows this

Her own family and those backstabbing bitches