This is a song about "I 13 still got bars"

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Said i don't got scotch so my bars dont stick

Blalalahhh is all i see when you wrote these lame bars

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Ye i moved and still got nothing do

Sabotage, sabotage, i love you

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Nay-nay i cheated death, but i still got you stressing.

A criminal grind nigga

I hope it still got a

These days i try my best, still got a load on my chest

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

I got the skill, i got that will to fufill, and make them haters go still

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

These days i try my best, still got a load on my chest