This is a song about "Got the 6packs"

Because the skills you lack…i got,

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Then look at all the game i got

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

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

Got my foot on the gas

No one-half and i hate math

How simple they are

The foes, they got bitter,

That cellphone that i bought

The memories we've got,

Got a beans if you wanna pop

The feds got- their heads chopped,

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

I got the juice, i got the juice (yup!)