This is a song about "Getting hit to the gr"

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

Tickets to mimic my shimmick have hit the mischief limits,

Getting to the money

I reel them in, goadomes on see

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship

And if it's getting obvious i'm on to the opposite

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

The second to realize ill hit you like the thunder

I sit in the front seat to avoid getting laughed at more

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

I need to get out there soon, the cash is getting away

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Just a hit, one shot to the brain.

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Mind's eye spinning, desperately trying to hit the jackpot slot machine