This is a song about "Got emmm"

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

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

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

I got a crush, ooh ya i got a crush

But sadly they're all i got

And i don't make no bed rock

He say, she say, oh my god

I don't wanna leave the house i got

U got 1000 enemies i got none

Just to match the grind with precision

Just a feeling i've got

Been running around trying find a job

I get my cake; i love hip hop

I don't wanna leave the house i got

I know you just doing your job

Its all i fuckin' got