This is a song about "Hey whatcha doin"

Huh, a metaphor of course

But i'm never doin chores

That we're doin all this damage,

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

Music, i have to listen to music all day long

Use kendrick's line, i'll tell yah whatcha you're doing wrong

Now i'm thinkin about doin some bad things

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

We doin' independently, makin' fuckin' history,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

This that throw back from afar, whatcha jackin - it's ours