This is a song about "Got one"

Walk into my great place, cozy

The one you rode when ya got lonely,

I got 99 problems but a disk ain't one

I ain't just rapping, i can make it happen

Y'all think we got diamonds? one percent of our population,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

And i been all around the world

And the last one got burned.

Got haters out of vision and the one that isn't

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

Homie, follow me i got styles, you can copy one

I got 99 problems but a disk ain't one

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

That lambo you got , i hope one day you crash,