This is a song about "Horton hears a hoo"

I'm a grade a o g

If you ain't about money

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Am i the only one, that sometimes hears voices?

She all that i can handle

Your a horse without a saddle

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

Throw up your motherfuckin middle finger

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

Its a challenge breaking a habit

Untill he hears a pop and gets shot.

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

After i rap there like boo hoo and hush up they try to rewrite there raps but fucked up