This is a song about "How are you doing"

Like how you doing or where you been,

I make songs about shit for attention

It doesn’t matter how loved you are, the rows at your shows,

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

But, i plead you can see things are not how you perceive

But they sold jello in the paint

Snakes are just curious of how you taste

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

How are you going to survive?

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

New rappers are copies,how can you say that i'm wack?

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

Why the heck are you doing this

Here i am sitting, wondering how you are, how your doing

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring