This is a song about "About a boy that got messed up with drugs and gang related nonsence"

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

I got a gang of niggas iller than the devil and his following/

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Make a record about doing drugs and name it after her (oh thank you!)

That me and you, theirs something about you that got

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

I ain't a psycho i'm just a little bit messed up

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

Pack that shit up put in baggies, wholesale drugs fedex and ups

Did you have fun?cause i'mma need a cab just to get me homemaybe you could call in sick

Dont ever fuck wit the gang, i got a shoota , an a rider and a p.i.c

We dig the plot and never bury pot

That me and you, theirs something about you that got