at the height of my drug career I was like king tut to a peasant bitch. so pretty i relayed a message to a chick. and every word her girlfriend switched. girls passing out when i hit the room. and ain't even had the dick. i seen a old lady who breed her grandaughters. to snag dope boys. hoping one of us little niggas whind up rich. seven suites ten women running around. pussys dripping. all of them bent over at the same time is complete rest. in the morning u can't even see me on the bed. so many broads across my chest. ima master her body sit back chill. let her curiosity about me be the guess. loving a thug like me she take a gamble. sex wita connected street nigga. so play the field like altuve. I'd rather fuck then date all she talk about is her divorce. and niggas from the past she hate. took his doe threw the courts now watch her ass inflate. couples who don't dislike each other. some of that married trim what's the going rate she tellem him stay at the bar dinners cold. he screaming on the phone like stupid bitch i already ate. so she spun the block scooped me up. gave me a condom touched the floor said kill this ass so i gaver 100 strokes he came home thru the back i went thru the front walking down the street smoking a blunt