This is a song about "I m g star white trailer trash i have raw meat i wont retreat my mind don t slep"

Your joker, 52 cards in a deck , the mad mans me the one who's gonna slit your

I have to bleed a bucket full, my life is a movie rated m for mature.

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

But that’s just life, where i’m from

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

Dale earnhardt of the trailer park, the white trash god

It wont happen cuz i m quick to ''drop '' u so called monsters/

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

I cant i wont i dont have the guts

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

Bt i m sure dat my dick for u will be t pain

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

I feel my hand dripping blood from my meat