This is a song about "I got a 100 girls to come over and fuck me"

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

I need kylle tha crocodile, to come over and show everyone how to rhyme with style,

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

On the road to success who the fuck gone come and stand with me,

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

All the girls call me ugly, and the ones that wanna fuck me

Isn't a right its more of a decision. haters like gators hating me till

Fuck splitting up a deal man i got my milli so i need to go and chill

And i can't help but notice

To come over and try to do dis

And yea i like to fuck i got a fucking problem (repeat three times)

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

Come over here and let me recommend

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Come and diss me, i like to eat at micky d's