This is a song about "Got eem"

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright

But then shit got worse i got colder never cried

I got that powder, i got that white

I’ll be back on the same night

Now look at the life uve got.

I fucking hate this job

Lips and show no cockyness, we got the tricks, we got the kicks, we got the

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

What up girl, tell me how you been

U got 1000 enemies i got none

Immortality like i have got

Murdered every bod from my squad

I got my drink, i got my music

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick