This is a song about "Atp is needed for all cells chemical change"

And now timmy's on the dirty floor asking for change

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

Give me a blue benz, red porsche, red range

It's time for a change, but not this change,

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Cuz if i get high of that trash im blastin brain cells and this ass is grass!!!

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

All you needed was ambition and little patience

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

Cause all i want is change and my niggas they wanted the same

You know i be teasing, though

It’ll all change tomorrow

Technicalities that is, all it really looks out for

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more