This is a song about "Got eem"

Yes sir, please confess

I got more and you got less

Bring the keys, oh my god

Just a feeling i've got

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Something like rihanna while i’m up in that vagina

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

I got that powder, i got that white

You gotta make sure you aim right

I fucking hate this job

To prove what i've got

Now look at the life uve got.

So i took another shot