This is a song about "Full saild"

Full of futile exercises, for a future full of bars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters

Full of drugs, over inflated figures

Or just full on dropping

I know these haters watching

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

Lets eat and rap with our mouths full,

Looking at your money

Full of myself, but still hungry

James bond, tom ford outta haute couture

Because your shit is getting me full,

Convinced and full of admiration-

My talent should take me places i've never been

Blow trees like a hurricane

Full course meal ingesting the pain