This is a song about "Doing"

Doing nothing over the weekend

So, with that, we need us a plan, respect

Pick your poison tell me what you doing

She floating round winners, now your bitch you losing

That would be enough

He's the one doing his stuff

Try doing what you doing but it’s out of range

See, welcome to fame where most of us is gon' change

Ain't no gimmick with the flow

And then they started doing blow

Aint doing time for a plant

Just lay back, get your face slapped

Doing every day things, at night

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

I don't know exactly what i'm doing,

And getting money is the song i sing