This is a song about "Oh my fucking god she s hot and sexy"

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

"hold my purse" - now she on the floor, droppin' like it's hot

We dig the plot and never bury pot

I'm falling from god and it's hot

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Oh my god - feels like i need a psychiatrist

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

I said it wasn't me, i got a twin (oh my god, it's you! not again!)

"oh my god i gonna die!" then sit and cry because the day i die,

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Oh my god you gotta see

We might be back in this baby

Oh god if only they could see the poverty in my head, the distress,

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death