This is a song about "Dont tell me what to do"

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

Thinking that they can tell us what to do well fuck em

Like, what do i gotta do, for you to notice me

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

I dont know what you want me to do,

Best friends in hospital i dont know what to do,go to some bitches house and just screw,

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Mother in a wheelchair nigga tell me what you got to lose

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

Hey you dont want to, screw me! its okay i understand youdo you and i do me

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Wonderin why everyone's so persistent thunderin in telling me what to do,

I try to tell myself what else could i do?

Ya so fine i got to give it to you