This is a song about "Partying with thots"

I can't ever change without you

Die with hope, live with virtue

With a thousand latinos! holding rakes with leaves!

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Tell these thots to go blow the frank

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

Working the drywall partying it up

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

They were partying i was cutting tracks

If you had, one shot

With rock, shock rap with doc