This is a song about "Louis h"

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,

Gonna be up high, no vitamin h

Peep gamedon't let the money make you change

And the only block he's reppin' is a h-block cell

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

But i can't stop like r h c p

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Nah-ha dis is b enough, h-h-had it too tough

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

I'm a g; like the letter before h

With foreign names, valet the range