This is a song about "Trapping partying selling drugs and fighting"

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Gave myself a new birth and another shot at fighting,

The white and black are fighting back, explode like space comets,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

I think im addicted to the fighting and tripping.

We're just teens but thieves and fiends, slangin' drugs,

Amen, they say you only live once

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

By killing cops and selling drugs,but what can you do?

And get me some more drugs

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs