This is a song about "My dog gets more dates than i do"

I create more deaths than nicotine

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Listen dog christmas is off this is as soft as it gets

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

It all dates back when all i did was sat around on my ass

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

Like i wasn't going for like mix-tape of the year

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit

The swerve gets worse the more i sip

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

I got more riches than you fuck more bitches than you

What preceded was the clue

Who'll love you more than i do?

Oh well i gotta go i got more important things to do than play around with you farewell.

Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace mesittin in this, livin hell, listenin to niggas yell