Writing a song

Aim for the head shot though it's hot outside Bad lily bitch she my favorite that's all i could find Ballin hard cause i got stacks that u can't have Feel like my chains gotta ba thirty and a half Channel featuring me TV sensation good tv show Carefully studying my rhymes at my front door See the blood of my niggas as it speaks slow Won't jump my desire to write a song for you Day and night am reflecting on my life basically midnight and noon got me bored strategically Harass me in public i won't chase u nigga Momma raised me well so I went bring out the pistol nigga Just chill around with my shawty in my Benz truck Drop a hit for my dudes cause I make a thunder struck drop a bomb on u 808 got me covered this time this a serious issue not a fuckin every day game Lotion brought for my bitch in my designer bag Gucci allover my closet just from my complicated drug