This is a song about "How could you"

How the fuk could they have a chance

We getting money, you can face the facts

We forever be real, we'll never fold

You never know how much this world could be cold

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time

If what we had was real, how could you be fine?

That shit was wack as fuck

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

And then you diss randy how could you pissed irish bitch

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

But i still know how to rap like you wish you could

How could i not blow? all i do is drop "f" bombs

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots