This is a song about "Having fun with my freinds"

Of a pig, having fun at a oil rig

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

We buy out stores till its all too gone

Having to put up with bullshit all day long

You just working with the scraps you was given

I'll grab my chainsaw and go [ven. ven.] and have some fun

If i don't make that man there dance

Then hanging with fake friends and having laughs

My raps fit 'n' juggle like a lyrical puzzle to have fun with

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

'cuz having my voice heard is more appealin'

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

It's the only way to actually learn how to smile without having any fun

But not a single fuck for y'all bitches

A fun chick its nothin to break funds with