This is a song about "Your pussycat stinks"

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

On behalf of the better half

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Spitting your beats with your so called crew

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

But you like that hugh?go raw dawg on your pussycat

Your last image is you seeing your wife

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

This aint your town, this aint your city

Then asking my identity

And when i start to rise

Fuck your prison, fuck your life