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"

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

But even rocky know you gotta fake it till you make a hit

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,

His rep's about to forbear a drought, he's in doubt,

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

Ain't got nothing in common with niggas with no commas

Theres no doubt that im sick, i belong in a hospice

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

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

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

Y'all niggas would never know it, even though i'm a clever poet,

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

Even if there's a j dee dilla hit on it

Don't even know where to start, don't even know what plays a part

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start