My Bitch, My Ho

100,000 dollar photo on my prescious
My lady hits a bowl a night then after that undresses
Never stresses, presses, keep em come reclining like recessions
Black or white, like when i had the 0−2 thousand lexus
Those expenses, like some stalled art
Auto key in my carhartt, it’s all dark?
I’ll fucking light a fire inside a Walmart
Use the stove inside the kitchen, burn some finger paints, i call art
You paul blart, ya ran the line, ya false start
I’m wall art, I, stole ya mind
The warlord, my doors wind, and more sin
We done did that and 8 more
Can’t keep up, ya hate more
You face down, ain’t wake or, woke or, surf the wave too
Rappers like my nephews, out past curfew
Your turf too, your homeland
Your set, we can’t relate to
It’s filthy gang, to say few
The rest of y’all its fuck
Hah