This is a song about "Little shop of horrors"

You think i'm so scared of a little hooker? hah, i should say a little stalker. you

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

An expression of obsession with life, just a little bit

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Now let me give you a little taste of my flavor

I fucking hate this job

Lollipop from a candy shop,

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

So here i am at the store for some chips

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

The shop is a pot of gold surround by assholes

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Theres a little bit of hell in everyone just waiten to escape

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape