This is a song about "Friends waffles swimming shopping"

Pancakes over waffles, no squares in my circle

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

The life of a rapper, swimming in champagne

Never let the game play youand for the fame

Some are already up there, while most the rest are swimming,

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

We vegetables, on them record labels

Get drunk and wobble to nearest house full of waffles,

My bitch hustle hard and hold a nigga down

My son asked me to play, the shopping cart with a clown

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Naked skin swimming, my chin forbidding

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

It's mystical, the way them dealers got the swimming pools,

Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark

Paparazzi just caught me shopping at walmart/