This is a song about "Actin"

Transactions beginnin' at my actions of my actin' actions,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

And im not actin like a movie set

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

But in reality you in da crazy house actin worse

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

Because your shit ain't workin', and you really actin' soft,

Niggas actin tough with the rhymes they spit

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

Stop actin like a little bitch

And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog