This is a song about "Strip pets"

We helicopters hovering on your mind like past pets

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

Hear that ruger go blaattt.!!another slug in his chest i got one more strip on my

Politcs on gaza strip never fuels what they tell

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

I keep traction till my faction off the slum strip.

Look in the scope, my people still a target

Sold crack to those who do crack in the strip

Won’t pop another pill, can’t drink another sip

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up

What a mess! but we clean in the club

I can pack a strap and i can strip you of your flesh

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

Head to the sheets where you strip in front of me

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see