This is a song about "Yo yo yo lemme show you how we do it down in the hood first press play then we play"

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

//we gettin' straight cream, let's go, yo

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

Just put yo middle fingers up and show what you can do

Or we kill yo ass and throw you down in a ditch.

Left my home alone, you can call me macaulay bitch

We play it cool and stay in school, sometimes we break the rules,

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Yo just drop the gun and we can get you in to a mental institution/

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Cause my mission's insane, you couldn't vision the pain

You can go find another bitch to play yo game

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

This's yo fate, when you seek to play with the fickle dame