This is a song about "Jackers in my ho"

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,

Boy, boy,ho, ho, what the fuck you gon' do when the world is done fuckin with you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Admit the shit spewing toe to head on level, ho

Down just so we can grow

But you are just a ho

These jackers lack attack, 'cuz they know that i'm slitting throats,

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

Look it something they can't ever see

Kid, ho, acid head, cruising on that lsd

And she stripping, go to college

So ho your ass will get smashed bitch