This is a song about "Moly harris"

Got a bunch of haters, plus i got more to count

Truthfully ya'll are cool cats, but i'm a hound

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

One shot out of my new smith and wesson

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood.

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

Thought you were safe and sound? she had found, ima hound

And put another half a mil in my bank account

I started out as a troubled teen, hit my prime at age seventeen graffiti an hip hop was my scene

I kill em all slowly so i can hear them clearly, as they scream wishing it was all a dream,

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

I chase cheese i get it, nothing but cream i'm getting

She forget about her husband

... that our existence is troubled