This is a song about "Doin be"

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Then you wouldn't be doin' all of those upper class moves,

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

But little did he know by doin' that, he'd be distant

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

This music shit i'll be doin untill i'm like 7 feet,

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

I be fuckin doin this, notable fuckin killed this shit

But i'm just doin' me, this is who i was born to be.

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see