This is a song about "How i do"

But if i lost my mind where'd it go and how do i find it,

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

How easily i do this shit its confusing you, simply do as confucius do/

Where do i start, how the fact when every i look at you

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

But all i knew how to do was hold onto false hope,

Fuck "grey's anatomy" i'm getting sasha grey throat

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

I don't know how i can do it, just know i've said too much

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

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

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

How do i get out, what ways where, what ways home

How could i not blow, all i do is drop f-bombs, feel my wrath of attack

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag