This is a song about "Gtm tickets"

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Im still the youngest cat spitting off some tickets

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Going to her concert payin for tickets at 50 bucks a pop,

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

We pay for lottery tickets, problems in disappearance

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

Tickets to mimic my shimmick have hit the mischief limits,

Beat me with it while the rest sit and watch

Paid for all my tickets, cops begin to drop some charge

All who bought tickets is with me,

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Hand to hand in the cold

Cause the tickets all sold

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Im still the youngest cat spitting off some tickets