This is a song about "Hurdles"

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

The irony, prior to the hurdles we leap,

Ok look, got you shook, you jumping up like its a hurdles race/

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

These tied ends break fast, i dodge bullshit like hurdles

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Ma rap is my life, life is livin, to get through the hurdles,

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

I don't walk so i have no hurdles