This is a song about "Hunting bucks and driving trucks"

The odds of you beating me is like hunting seagulls on safari/

So i still be on that yard with a philly of that marley

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Insomnia is driving me mental,

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

And i wish i had #420 bucks in my back pocket

And left a burden on my soul until i was old enough

You and i aren't that fortunate in our hunting for love,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Shit its sounding like a million bucks..

Its been driving me crazy lately

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

Driving yall insane, and iike i never got a license.

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears