This is a song about "Brunch on a summerday"

I'm caged up in state prison

We are on a great run

Got defence up on a list

Listen, hold up,the young dude focused

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

On a ladder straight to fame

Catch you up on places i've been

Women always on a mission

How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same

Maybe drop a hamilton on a sick domain

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

My team getting digits

Only a hand on those hips

I keep my money neat

Im doing this on a beat