This is a song about "I 75"

I go in i go hard i go ham, i don't stop

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

I regret how i treated you

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Wash. heights roamer on the scene

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

(i know it's short but the class planned a cipher

I guess you're the reason women earn 75 cents to the dollar!

Thinking how i could rid evil and let the good conquer

Yeah i think i can.. no i know i can,

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

When i'm low, she take me high

But like i said i tried, i

Ever since then i had no job

Boy i think i i hit the jackpot