This is a song about "Bbw s"

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

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

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

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

My g"s have been handcuffed,

If you ever feel alone and

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

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

A thug niggas in tha house

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Because there ain't no coming back from that

The outline which you n****s out dated

And that´s how it has begun

My drive is like no one