This is a song about "Do the chicory"

"what the hell am i suppose to do"

Nigga there's nothin' left of you

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

We do it cuz it’s fun, we do it for the love

The sins just do not quit.

You, you, you have to pay for that

Do you hear the bullet clang?

Playboy, i don't own that man

I can do this music the way i do because im wit

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public

My sleepin' pills though, shit man do they do the trick

I do it for the birds

That try to chase these skirts