This is a song about "Doing my thing"

So i happen to phil jacksons along the way with this talking

Mic me up and invite me into your home, you're doing the right thing

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

I'm just doing my thing, trying to think of the perfect rhyme/

The only thing that even keeps my sane

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

Get your seat belt on bitch, we're doing this my way

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

Up on her. i was doing my thing i was getting this

It's like a black hole, whole fucking abyss

Cause fucking imagination is my thing,

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

So i can sell drugs,doing my deals

But in the meantime it's lights please

Can't let the government tell me how my future looking

Flaunting all my diamond rings, but i ain't got a thing,