This is a song about "Bad ideas"

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Nine o'clock and i'm trying to unlock ideas before twelve.

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

I'm not creative, ideas started leaking from my mental/

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Luxury life, results living bad

Cuz im a bad girl, bad girl (x2)

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Fantasizing about the fountains, i have better ideas, why fuck it with college/

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Ideas form like concrete, think so much i could pave a whole street

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

Running out of ideas i need to retool