This is a song about "That time me and my nigga jarome fucked them two hoes"

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Me and my nigga kid, sometimes we talk each other kickin',

My rhymes and style are so defined/ that i could make her cling to me with little time//

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

Dreamt i fucked a bad bitch and woke up on time

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Try 'cid and get fucked up worse that my life is? (huh?)

Our children must be taught, of africa

And i dare that nigga lil' wayne to come to my hood

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Fuck it man, damn all them hoes love me

Jt: fuck each others moms

Fuck them hoes and the cops