This is a song about "Does who dont have shit"

Got the seven on me like vick jersey

And shit like u dont ever have to worry

Why does every rapper say you have to hustle and grind

Trying to be a fucking legend, the man of mankind

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

Why does it have to be him that is gone?

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

Does she have to be thin? yea she might be

Does getting this prestige disease mean even you have lost touch?

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

Does life have a meaning like a ceiling has purpose,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

The type of shit that you don't have to asked who produced it

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

So why does your words sound like they are shit

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket