This is a song about "Ensign ticket printed"

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

You hand them a one way ticket right into your crime business

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

I just got validation on my ass whooping ticket

This is my story, it flows through ink and gets printed on paper.

Tryna find a secret garden just like tyler the creator

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

I think i just printed a million fine rhymes, when the fuck will i be acknowledged and get signed?

Are my ticket to being the richest man on earth

Used to ride little buses, i ain’t fuck with my teachers

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

Even a golden ticket, won't get you no pedestal so here is your memento have it,

Our debt is crazy because our money is just printed numbers

Family needs it to get out of the trailer we lived in for ten years