This is a song about "Goin big"

I give you options baby flip a coin

My emotions flowin, where the hell am i goin

Man i must be goin' crazy

Bitch, i might make you my baby

My name itself got you goin’ insane

Now that's what you call a game

Everything is written in the cold, so it can coin-

Now im up in the booth an they stressin where they goin

Yeah im goin at it full throttle,

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Im never goin to juve,

Its cold as shit in this booth

We goin' hard, we're goin' far, that's who we are

Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far

She leave her hair in the sink

Got me goin hella weird