This is a song about "Transgendered pe"

Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the lawbitches i fuck with a passion, i'm livin' rough and raw

Ive got reputations to slaughter in no specific order when they aplaud ha,

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

Yo man bars part number three

And maybe cupid won't miss

Tell ya rampage, know this

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Everything but a brain, but dome's off the fucking chain

My niggas never block, i think i'm barry sanders

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,