This is a song about "Fuckin wit a rizza sippin off a shizza"

Stick up weezy wit a thumbtack straight fact,

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

I'm not a team player though, just a kid wit dre beats

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

I'll fuckin slice your tit off with a meat cleaver and stab you in the head so much

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

Latin assassin bustin off like a forty-four fuckin magnum

But nope, i'm interested in a topic i got no chance wit,

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Same bitch you fuckin wit , yo nigga had a kid wit

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Im trying to have a good saint patricks day, im sippin 40s,

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress