This is a song about "Rip ma young h"

Into glimmers of ma dark past,

About disaster in the world and

But that doesn't mean to stress ma

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

And rip out your vocal cords,

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

But i can't stop like r h c p

With foreign names, valet the range

Gonna be up high, no vitamin h

I'm a g; like the letter before h

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge