This is a song about "Little gilrs in los angeles"

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

Ain't no tellin' what really goes on in her little head

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

That's why i shine like i does

Gettin vodka from los vegas,

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

I could say that in two words you little fuck

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Until night falls and in his little box house he prays

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

Im your every single sin in life, and every single little vice

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Pretty and i'm honest, in a pretty little ho's nest/

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed