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"

Ain't no doubt about it, barely pays rent, now a power outage,

Left my home alone, you can call me macaulay bitch

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

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

I got a sick flow and i show it all on the shows, you ain't even know it,

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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

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

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

I don't know what you heard about

Fuck a pest, we ain't in raid drought

Pussy nigga want it he aint even know he was on scope

Ain't he dope? no, he the same as shit that tyler wrote

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

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