This is a song about "How many cocks are in subject ass"

Thinking "how many have i killed?"

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

Cause too many people got weak ass hearts

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

Bad hoes i'm seen with them

So many people are dyin'

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

Cause you are. you must be a slave that what you are that sucks on cocks and

Cause some of you bitches funny

So many kids are hungry,

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

It don't matter how many random letters you put in ya name,

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

There are so many problems in my life that i gotta get past

Let's enjoy our younger years

No telling how many rappers