This is a song about "Caleb s hand job"

All this paper i fold

Hand to hand in the cold

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

He couldnt flip a pancake.. i wonder how he got the job

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

I'm just sayin' i got fuckin' problems, mama's got a job,

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

You have no job, just lazy.

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,