This is a song about "Doing what ya want"

I just wanna keep it real

Look i know what i'm doing here,

I was born to do the damn thing

Pick your poison tell me what you doing

Theres times when i have no idea what the fuck im doing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

We vegetables, on them record labels

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

What i'll be doing, is classified

Me and you i think we should ride

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

While half my mental belongs in a cage

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

You see i promised that i'd never change

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Pick your poison tell me what you doing