This is a song about "Doing these things"

These are just some of the things that keep the stars beaming

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

He forces me to do these things, once he starts it, my pain begins.

And brutally doing things

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

All these things until they unfold

After every show, a dream she hold

These are a few things i can't control,

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

These will be my diss be ready for doing a piss

In the bedroom doing things that she wouldn't

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Former things are passed away i believe in all of these words for it to come

They wanna jack me like some kind of crackfiendi wonder if he knows that my income