This is a song about "445"

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Addicted to the hobby of making rap writings

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Sticking to an idea is like big foot sighting

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Constantly changing the course so i'm crashing my collection

So i'm trying something fresh or maybe reviving a corpse

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

My kick game be making fifa envy

But i'm my own intermediary

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn

Am i rapping with force or just making a slow jam

I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man

A written to woo women or about to go ham

I'm spending hours in the kitchen cooking up carols

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks