This is a song about "Exclamation points"

I go hard every time making points like a cactus,

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Place a certain exclamation mark,

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

Ive been in points in my life, where i dont whats right,

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

Rig the booths to make any and all points moot

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

But now it's on point, more points then of a cactus.

Looking at them haters crammed in the dodge stratus

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

I got two points before i hit the next level

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

But fuck it i did an empathy test and only scored 5 points,