This is a song about "A figure"

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Bars will put this faggot mc in a figure 4 leg lock till i snap his knee

I'm on my figure 8 shit

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Im just a lost soul tryna figure out what my mission is,

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

Your two lips they smell like tulips so official

But im hard to figure out like a fuckin riddle

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

So we're plottin up a scheme to get the seven figure cream

From homeless to riches, not money but #figure

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

Shouldn't have to turn my words into objects just to make a figure of speech

I cant seem to figure out why im a child of misbehavior, but dad calls me a failure,

And i'm tryin to use the phone, but they makin noiseman i wish i had my glock, cause it's major