This is a song about "Got emmmmm"

Or you can do better on some hate shit

You got fired i got promoted

I got more and you got less

I'm hoping i confess

So the homie wale can leave the hook right

I got that powder, i got that white

Immortality like i have got

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

We'll fuck up everything we got,

I've got as many inches as he's got day's; nine

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

I don't wanna leave the house i got

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

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

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee