This is a song about "Night police money and dark places of da hood and"

I seem to love these whips - a white

I used to dream of you all day and night

I drink underage, and scream fuck the police,

Can barely walk the city streets

I toss and turn at night in a pool of sweat

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

If it's dark, use bark and light the night with a spark,

I lurk in the dark and have adapted in time night sight

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

And i'm rhymin' up about all of this shit up in the 'hood 'cuz i'm a street poet,

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

The woods are dark and its a cold, cold night,

We tie dynamite to the rhino type