This is a song about "Got"

Could be applied to this shit

I got my drink, i got my music

Niggas talk with limited service

I got a crush, ooh ya i got a crush

Got high and my brain got mushy...

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

I got got my pad and pen

Then to try to chase these men

To prove what i've got

Only real niggas stay on top

This is everything that we call hype

I got that powder, i got that white

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

Immortality like i have got

But sadly they're all i got

I fucking hate this job