This is a song about "Do the stock"

Or do you like the thumb

It's slight blemishes and life system

Or stock dealin' there's no excuse for the preenin'

My position improving, not to mention

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Hed do it- this the letter for before i fucking do it.

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

"what the hell am i suppose to do"

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Fuck these gomers, our country's run by stock brokers.

I bet that mirror gon show you

Do you.and come out the ass do do