This is a song about "Having bitches"

Never meeting his true love, having kids,

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

Or having each individual nerve attacked?

To having a motherfuckin' fortune too...

Cause you're the star, everybody looking at you

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

I'm just having fun i'm enjoying life

If your having a bad day

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I'm in traffic, distracted by the chat that i'm having

Two reflections into one

This the intro just having fun

You just working with the scraps you was given

Instead having a bad addiction