This is a song about "Hit it at the roundabout know what im on about 50times in a bitch aint even gotta doubt niggas thinkin theres a drought where abouts"

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

Im the souths slaughterhouse dont doubt whatchu aint thought about, i dont bring em

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

I hit a driveby on sandy hook while in the memory lane, but im not insane,

Niggas, little niggas doing it big, know what i'm saying, y'all niggas 40 and shit still in the game

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

About but no one ever gives anything in return without a doubt. im tired of being

Enough fakes!, i don't know where your headed to, but it aint in the right place/

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

If you aint down for your niggas, then you a real bitch.

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

I dont even rap down at the town shelter, im wherever theres an investor,