This is a song about "My strippers"

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

They call me a freak cuz i like to visually fuck these strippers for i strip em/

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

These my rhymes and my story

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Let me rideuntil i get free

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

She sung songs off the marvin gaye whats going on album

Moco 1 2 4 when i go out

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks