This is a song about "Jail cops money weed pussy killing"

And i'm raw, fish scale

Your father sits in jail

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

.started makin stak..killing killing killing killing killing killing raps

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Go to jail, your'e a criminal,

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Heard the sound of several gun shots

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Cause i'm out on motherfuckin bail

When hes coming home from jail

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy