This is a song about "Plaet hollywood"

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

All i heard was a few pouts, i think they were the hollywood bash

For a property in hollywood hills

See i ain't tryna think about no phone bills

To mcs that don't rhyme good

From hollywood to the hood

I aint never been there, but i stay acting hollywood

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

Than with these hollywood actors, a criminal sentence,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

All i heard was a few pouts, i think they were the hollywood bash

Fuck hollywood fuck fame and fortune

For the outlawz, here we come