This is a song about "Midgets and hookers"

And don't ever (and don't ever)

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

Using midgets as gimmicks. she got a lot of game, she don't need a name to acclaim

Excuse me miss, fuck your a long coat wrapped around three midgets,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Keep it coming, booze, weed, hookers, im buying

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

I'll send a gang of villainous midgets

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

For some nice hookers, the cream of the crop

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

You couldn't live your life for the moment

Grab the scissors and saws and