This is a song about "Throw sum mo"

The vacancy that sat in my heart

To sum up six hearts when i carve them apart.

Where they find me, 16 on death row

Any many mini mo

I'm stacking dough, ain't gotta sell crack no mo

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Cus now im think about mo doe

Preaching to the choir though

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

Ya'll sum bitch niggaz a bunch of fags

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

Ain't had none in a while i need sum aspirations

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

Syrup got me going slow mo