This is a song about "Gotta put the mask on"

Put three g's on the three j's signed to the roc/

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

To put food on the table..clothes on his back

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

On top of me the feds, economy's poverty, gotta be the heads,

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

See i can only love you when you undressed

Put head on the pillow and go rest

Give up on yourself put that medal on the shelf

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

We gotta put up with the shit life gives, carry on like soldiers/

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

Why'd you put the blame on me?