This is a song about "Getting a write up at work"

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

A relapsed addict, putting in the work so i could be crack at it

Now and days you finish up work and you coming home alone, you pack a bowl

But since then i've fucking murdered every artist on patrol!

Jack up your car high like we work at autobahn

Liu kang the way i kick it, bumping wu tang

Getting slapped up cause her pimps a prick,

Ambition is still very big

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Getting fucked up i'm getting wasted look at the lyrics i've created

A player getting played at his own game

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

Then it was like a chain reaction of getting banged up

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Ain't no haters to write about, just a cramped up closet that needs cleaning out.