This is a song about "Im h"

[h] hone the hideous image hidden, of being homeless,

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Im grinning while im spitting this

And i can't help but notice

When i pull up in that candy range

I'm a g; like the letter before h

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

H!yeah my friends aren't the best influences, but they provide me the most

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,

Lord forbid, for the good kid

Im still loaded, im loaded

She's a sex chaser, do whatever for the change

Is the one that kept you happy and fed... h

And the only block he's reppin' is a h-block cell

Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well