This is a song about "Fam chillen and doing my thing"

Rapping is a healthy alternative from taking my razor and doing this world a favor,

And i'm tryin to use the phone, but they makin noiseman i wish i had my glock, cause it's major

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

I'm just doing my thing, trying to think of the perfect rhyme/

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

Up on her. i was doing my thing i was getting this

Publicity my enemy and the one thing i really need

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

And in the lack of my answers i am left with but one thing,

No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something

Money got my fam going back words

Shout out bobby on hundreds

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

I think my fam is key, cuz my momma believed in me,