This is a song about "That bitch hamster got joose foolish grind shit"

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Got these bezzells on my wrist, bitch im smoking on that green.

I'm 16 i got forever to worry about that shit

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking shit

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Women who are told that they are on some "bitch shit",

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

And say that it's foolish, that "truth" is ignorant in itself,

I wanna be clear that this is some serious shit, bitch

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Motherfuckers say that i'm foolish i only talk about jewels

My newest motto to use a condom with newest models

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Bitch sit down over there imma hit that shit later