This is a song about "But"

But that's reality.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I used to be jigga but

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

And i don't mean to be blunt but

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

But i'm a lazy boy but there's change in my lining

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Am like wolves like battling dogs but

She was the queen of the club

Bury my foes, up in drift but

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

On they car note to go to the club

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but