No matter were i go i meet a bunch of horny birche

solemly swear to tell the truth and nothing but. I would of been dead all because a fukin slut. I never love a hoe, that one fa sho Fuck home cause I roam jus like a buffalo I'm the baby of the family, runt of the litter I can't stop smoking cause no one like a quitter Every three months my house would get raided Every thing I right is the fukin shit?, ain't it? Hydroponic leaves, rollin up my sleeves Throw your guns up in the sky for me Hollin peace to my boys on the Anaheim streets Tryna make some cash, momma please understand