This is a song about "I ll kill you hoe"

I be on my dark liquor

You ll still be a prize winner

U ll regret cos i ll give ur ass a nice red glow

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

You can call me ll j cause im losing my cool

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

You spit flames but i got that lava flow, i got props from randy, hoe

Ain’t nobody here leading, it’s way too easy to follow

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

The other was you being a stocky hoe,

Or should i say snow... cause i exploded ya'know, eroded this hoe,

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

Where they find me, 16 on death row

You fuck around and get killed hoe