This is a song about "Models and freaks"

While i got the tricks, you get the creeps, heaps and heaps of creepy freaks.

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

With sewage leaks an wounded mutant freaks

If you had no role models and if you had no chaperones,

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Robbings on the streets when the freaks creep when we sleep, glock toking fiends

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

And for this moment no i won't ditch you

Dancing with models and nights still seem new

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

Freaks mangled, steel shackles in confinement for weeks

Grab the scissors and saws and

But nah, he is quite different

Put the purp in the blunt

And remember what i said and