This is a song about "Dont count me out"

Life mapped out time to buckle in and count down from ten

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

I ain't, mad, at cha

Dont make me tomahawk ya,

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

I dont abuse i'm smooth we drink until we fall out

3 if you count my sin, because it envelops me

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Dont force out the fuck yous little bitch

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

Dont try to judge me dude

Pockets probably like fried food