This is a song about "Lace and lashes"

Shout out them strippers who hustle

And inhospitable,

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Give him a job to lace you up and a slow pace

Dealers lace the rock on vacant plots, forsaken blocks, it,

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

That's why this generations lashes out, why we fuck around,

And once i'm dead and gone

Haven't seen the world in so long

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Or maybe i'll just watch us distribute drugs and lace the crack,

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

You phonies is fake you all is tripping tie up ya lace

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways