This is a song about "Tidy wgittes"

I see the same hodon't get mad, i'm only bein real

Who got mass appeal,and have homos like you for meal

They swayed us, saying afghans threatened with 'weapons of mass destruction'

And flying first class the bong is what i want passed that aint a microphone

Oh god if only they could see the poverty in my head, the distress,

I should end up my battle with a kiss i was just trynna clean your rap mess

Everybody gets wiped out

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

Niggas, y'all think my songs that i write are squeaky clean,

I try to be the guy, you think about

Inviting guess i'm walking out

I know you're mad, but so what

Lights coming up, night coming up,

Now a nigga got baking to bake

Guess what they got a choice to make