This is a song about "Hittin waps and how much green i got and chillin with the squad in the bakery shop"

I'll be chillin in the rap house with you out lookin in.

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

My talent should take me places i've never been

How i ever got in so much pummelin',

I work for weeks and lurk the streets learnin how to earn the green/

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

A big fuck you to the narcs/ chillin with the ese's , smokin doddie and

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

And for now all i got is my main bitches in cat squad, i aint no fraud,

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

The squad with us, no troop

I'll fuckin slice your tit off with a meat cleaver and stab you in the head so much

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

Optimistic this isnt bad its different now

But instead i got shot and was like what the fuck how