This is a song about "I beat it up an get it sucked then we fucked an i killed a buck her ads was huge like a air balloon then it s flat"

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

I gotta get it in, get that money and then,

My dick was an arrow i fucked her so hard and she called me a wacko

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Then i realize it was all lies

We kicked it then i score, soccer game

I wanted the money and never the fame

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

Then you're a witch could it get worse when i dissed toby in "it's on"

It was hilarious, well it ain't fucking funny now

I'll cook it up and stir it 'till i crack and then i'll have a cow,

I made the beat then murdered it that's why i'm on trial,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Forced to coat it up, then i wrote it/

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit