This is a song about "Truth out there"

And bad bitches give me head and tell

All those bad rappers out there beware

There sickos out of they minds,

Take her back to where i live

I wasn’t there, so i don’t know the truth

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

Ill be out there looking for ya

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

This is for all you motherfuckers out there,

Look out below, there is no inventory control

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

After the club, gettin you open

There you feel left out cause no one

And there the ones giving out theses illnesses.

And wonder how we ever came to this