This is a song about "But it do"

How in the hell did it end up like this, sitting here why me but now i do

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

But when i do it actual pain and rain forms

Everything i do.. i do it for the fame but im still the mother-fuckin same..

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

You reflect me, i love that about you

But that's it and once he's gone, then what do you do.

That is my profession but must do it with discretion to avoid

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

But if i lost my mind where'd it go and how do i find it,

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

I do it better with not 3, not 2, but all alone

But i'll do it first for the better or worse

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters