This is a song about "Movies"

Fuck all the movies about love they can shove it up a glove or down a somebody's dove

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

And her smile lit up the room

Watchin bratz movies till noon

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

His movies were just a fucking parody

I'm why baby mommas leave

Interviews, magazines, movies….

Wanna know what i been through, what you into

Watching scary movies at night with you,

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Call me maeby fünke, making movies out of daydreams

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Motherfuckers wanna play movies, i just smash and i will crash a scene,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I see people like me, in movies and on tv,