This is a song about "Doing what it takes"

I got what it takes and i do know, don't really care if you want know more

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

And this will be the song that we sing

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

It takes a nation of millions, public enemy would spit it raw,

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Untie that noose, put down the booze. whatever it takes.

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

(not really sure what im doing)

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Pick your poison tell me what you doing

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

You redundant, you never ever change

Jt: no one to hold her tight

What i'll be doing, is classified