This is a song about "Get off my lev"

Back off before you get bit

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

I needed to get this off my chest

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

They actually got me to get off my ass

I wanna be the best but i got to get this shit off my chest

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

But off of that story, let me get back to my rhyme/

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Me and my friend blastin' off

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

God damn it feels so good to get this off my chest

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Get off of my feet, and then i got these punks from my old street