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"

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

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

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

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Cruising on relationship, but need a different boat

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

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

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

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