This is a song about "Call b in the morning face time my phone s in yeah your boy s on line and it sounds like trouble mmm well bye"

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Seems like there s a killer on the scene

To make karma come faster than she normally will

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

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

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

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

I aint just spit in this s*** to sound all rough and tough,

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully i had enough

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

24's on that escalade and ya' chick in the back, gettin' laid,

Your mom walks in and says good morning

Thank kenny burns, though we not talking