This is a song about "Lots of niggas shooting bitches"

It's a list of rules that to this day holds lots of relevance

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Mechanical energy is lots of gears

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Vigorously flipping bitches, niggas getting sick of us

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Lots of internal rhymes here so i'd spit this kind of fast in order to feel the flow:

Heard the sound of several gun shots

That has lots of experience about cocks

I’ll make sure we take lots of photos

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness