This is a song about "Little shop of horrors"

Faded like a barber shop

If you had, one shot

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

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

An expression of obsession with life, just a little bit

Rape's hard, so i'll go looking to shop

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

11. there's still a little part of me that needs to prove,

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

The shop is a pot of gold surround by assholes

Now let me give you a little taste of my flavor

Motherfuckers, every time i see the paper

I'm bothered by horrors / ordered by officers

Girls will love you for your cross they ain't jesus lovers