This is a song about "Aka it s me"

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

And bijies like im out and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

S queezys very bold

All this paper i fold

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

I'm itchin from kitchen aids aka hot as fiction maids

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Aka mr. louisiana.